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Dear Boy,
I went looking for my heart today, and I started to panic because I couldn't find it. Then I realized it wasn't my heart anymore, it was yours. So now I'll walk around with a void in my chest. There were times where I could feel the love coming from my heart, the joy of it being with you. Then tears starting rolling down my cheeks and I couldn't stop; I didn't know why.. until I realized my heart was in your hands and you took your hands away, stuffing them in your pocket, and my heart fell, hitting the ground, shattering into a thousand beautiful pieces. Stepping over the broken bits you left, and I cried over the beautiful disgrace. I crumbled to the floor, the way my heart did, and tried picking up the pieces. I now have scars on my hands from where the sharp shards cut me, but I continued to pick them up, with the tears rolling down my cheek, thinking only of you. When I went to put the pieces together I noticed how many pieces where missing. They were too small for me to pick up, and when I finished putting it back together as best as I could, I looked at just how many small pieces were missing.. enough to show, enough to notice, enough to hurt. So in conclusion dear boy, look under your shoe, you will most likely find small shards of my heart on thier soles. The pieces I will never get back, the part of me that will forever reside with you. I'm just sorry I wasn't enough.. that my heart wasn't worth holding on to. Hopefully someone will come along and not mind the cracks, glue, and missing pieces; and hold onto it better then you did.
♥
I went looking for my heart today, and I started to panic because I couldn't find it. Then I realized it wasn't my heart anymore, it was yours. So now I'll walk around with a void in my chest. There were times where I could feel the love coming from my heart, the joy of it being with you. Then tears starting rolling down my cheeks and I couldn't stop; I didn't know why.. until I realized my heart was in your hands and you took your hands away, stuffing them in your pocket, and my heart fell, hitting the ground, shattering into a thousand beautiful pieces. Stepping over the broken bits you left, and I cried over the beautiful disgrace. I crumbled to the floor, the way my heart did, and tried picking up the pieces. I now have scars on my hands from where the sharp shards cut me, but I continued to pick them up, with the tears rolling down my cheek, thinking only of you. When I went to put the pieces together I noticed how many pieces where missing. They were too small for me to pick up, and when I finished putting it back together as best as I could, I looked at just how many small pieces were missing.. enough to show, enough to notice, enough to hurt. So in conclusion dear boy, look under your shoe, you will most likely find small shards of my heart on thier soles. The pieces I will never get back, the part of me that will forever reside with you. I'm just sorry I wasn't enough.. that my heart wasn't worth holding on to. Hopefully someone will come along and not mind the cracks, glue, and missing pieces; and hold onto it better then you did.
♥