Emotionally Dead

You were like a child with a sweet tooth, and my heart was the sweetest thing you could find. You ate away at it as I played the dentist. An ironic contradiction to clean away the sweet pieces of my heart and yet continue to provide it in the form of a “good job” lollipop.

 

And yet you have the audacity to ask how you hurt me? Then listen and understand.

 

Loving you was more complicated than solving your first math problem fresh off of summer vacation. I lived every day chasing you with a clock on my belt, you proved to be nothing but a waste of time. You put a new meaning to blinded by love when you shattered OUR glass. The iron sands of my love spilled, attaching themselves to my eyelids like opposite ends of a magnet, weighing them down, and each grain making it harder for me to open my eyes and see… You blinded me.

 

And yet you have the audacity to ask how you hurt me? Then listen and understand.

 

My heart was like a glass of blood, the only thing that kept me living. You whispered lies to me and my ears bled the blood that my heart could not. You sent me on an emotional roller coaster and my heart… dropped. My glass crashed to the floor and emptied. My blood plastered over you, staining your soul with my love. And yet you managed to carry it away like a child that has yet to learn that stealing is wrong. And you left me, emotionally, dead.

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