Tuesday, July 21, 2009

The break up

"Love hurts. All it gives you is a broken heart. From now on I’m staying away from it.” She says with tears in her eyes. She picks up his shirt he left behind and holds it to her chest. She buries her face in it then throws it against the wall. Slumping to the hard floor she finds comfort in the coolness of the concrete. “I wish the floor would open up and swallow me. Then I wouldn’t have to feel anything again.” Tears stream down her face. She doesn’t bother to wipe them away. Rolling onto her side she puts her hand to the floor. “This feels just like me; cold, broken, and empty. Will this feeling ever go away?” She cries herself to sleep, to wearisome to move from the floor.

Her heart is broken and she feels lost. She doesn't know where to go from here, for her head is clouded by all the dreams he put there. She feels like she has to start over. Build herself a new life. One without him. One she never dreamed of. One she feels will never be good enough, because he won't be in it.

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