I feel as if my heart’s been shattered. I don’t know why.
Could you cradle me in your arms and let me weep on your shoulders, pour my heart out until it’s empty, it burns no more?
If only I could throw a glass against the wall and watch as the shards bury themselves in your skin.
If only I could hurt you as much as you hurt me.
The meek piece of shit realizes you don’t want her here.
She’ll take her revenge then leave you alone.
(Don’t worry. I don’t know who I’m talking to, either.)