Kill Her, Killer!
She sits with her broken heart in her hands, its terribly broken, like in a million pieces but she still gathers it up in the palms of her hand and clutches it trying to fight the tears. Her lips tremble and she can no longer hold onto it, they stream down her face, the warm tears on her cold cheek, her broken heart still clutched in her hand in ruins..no sound comes out while she cries because she is embarrassed to be crying but she can no longer fight it.
She just doesn’t give a fuck anymore, she tried to play her part at the love game, with hopes that love was never a game in the first place but it was and she was the loser, in all forms. The shaking in her body, the trembling is whats getting to her the most. She already gave up holding back her tears so she just endures the trembling her body makes.
She doesn’t realize how hard she is squeezing her hand, as if to make a fist at the world saying ‘fuck you’. She tells herself she will never get this hurt again but the truth is, she’s lonely, she lonely and she only needs someone to care for her so having her guard up will only make her more lonely.
The cold weather hits her in the face over and over but its not as painful as the emotions that are hitting her right now. She would rather take in this harsh air then feel the pain she does now, all she wants to be is numb, numb like her clutched hand, numb and not feeling anything at all.
She sits there, with her mascara running down, her nose all red, the wind hitting her face and her hand still clutched holding on to her broken heart…She finally lets go, the million pieces fall to the cold hard ground, she walks away not looking back, her eyes all red and hands finally stuffed in her pocket. She doesn’t care anymore, she says. She doesn’t care because she has given up, she has given up on love.
