… in so much pain. My heart is breaking very slowly. I am experiencing every cut made by the silence, every incision made by the distance between us. I know I am bleeding from the inside. There are pieces. I hear the rattling. It is like the muffled sound of glass shattering.
I can’t do anything about it. I have to just let it come apart so I can pick up the pieces and put them into a little bag which I will store away. I don’t want to try and put the pieces back together again. It’s my heart, not a jigsaw puzzle. As much as I need it to live and love, right now I just need to survive. And experience has taught me that in order to do that, one does not require heart.
No more love right now. Just show me some kindness. Just afford me a little peace. Share yourself with me. I have too little.