I built a wall, 10 stories high. I built a wall, to guard it all. My feelings, my dreams…my heart. It was guarded nice and snug. Then, you came along and it tumbled after one great bomb. Who were you to come along? Who were you to break these walls? You came charging in and won my heart. You took it in your hands, molded it, then set it ablaze in a fiery pit.
Now, I’m but an empty shell of what used to be. I need no walls or defense. You’ve taken the last piece that was dear to me. I have no hopes or dreams. I have no heart to guard nor emotions to show. Who was I to think I was getting a happy ending? Now, I wait in silence and solitude for the day when my body recognizes that it’s heart is dead.
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Please don’t think your heart is dead, that it can’t be resuscitated one day. Being left is hard, it does break your heart, I’m sorry for that, but what is, is; life goes on, I hope you can see this. You write eloquently about your feelings of love and abandonment, please believe you can have a future, even though I know you feel pain now.