My heart is broken,
crushed, shaken, shattered,
stirred, smashed, or any
other amount of things
that's done to ice. I am ice,
cold and fragile. Melting
with each second of exposure.
I am Novocaine numb. I've failed
to keep you. Held too tightly,
suffocating. Pain is no longer
an option. I hate you, I love you
I wish I could change you,
but the problem is that I still
feel for you. I imagine that today
was just a bad dream. Tomorrow
you will call me and I'll come
over. We will be happy. This
is just a delirious dream,
a quiet delusion. I want to forget
you. I want you to pretend
that I never existed. I
was not good enough
for you. I gave everything I had
but it was not enough. The heart
makes all decisions final like a signature
on a contract that's never broken.
Our relationship was a movie,
and finally the cursive words
fly across the screen, signifying
the end. The end. The End.
15:00
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