bleeding heart

I hope you will never forget

the look on my face

When you shattered

the possibility of our future.

When you butchered

all that you had promised.

When you stood before me

as someone

i could no longer recognize.

Because the person i knew

the one i fell in love with –

my best friend –

who has seen my soul,

who knows my demons,

appears before me,

a stranger.

I hope you will never forget

the pain in my eyes

As I asked you the question

that i never imagined

would ever be relevant

in this love.

“So you don’t love me anymore?”

I muttered, as i convinced myself

that this was a dream,

That I was having a nightmare,

And that before you would answer

I would wake up

with my heart racing,

but with it still whole.

But I never woke up.

Your long pause, 

your ridiculous hesitation,

brought the knife

hovering over 

my fragile

beating

heart.

It was when you looked into my eyes

It was when you shook your head

That the blade finally pierced through.

I’m glad you looked

into the eyes you once loved,

the very ones you saw your future

and your children

and your home in.

It was you who fed it with hope

With joy, and laughter,

and possibilities.

It was you who taught it how to love,

how to smile,

how to trust.

And it was you

who took it all back.

Every

last 

bit.

— n. a.