Death of my heart

 It’s all fun and games …. Till my heart is a pile of burning ashes on the floor and my soul feels the crushing weight equal to a thousand waves of sorrow as I fall to my knees paralyzed by the pain and a voice I no longer have cries out barely audible into the darkness “I knew you’d do this to me, I knew… and I loved you anyway.”


This is who I am everytime … every single time it happens. 

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