You weren’t supposed break my heart. I was the one that should have walked away, but you denied me my right. You weren’t supposed to mean anything, and yet you meant everything, until...
I don’t know where to go from here, or how to move on. Ours was a good thing and life was beautiful. And now it’s cold. Dark. Hollow.
The heart is the only vessel that can break but still go forth. Sometimes, I wonder if the pain of your absence is greater than the pain of your presence. Alas, some things shall never be revealed.
In my hands, I hold a bleeding, broken piece of myself; a gift for you with all its imperfections and scars left by lovers past, and emptiness... in the space reserved for you that you once filled, forever it is yours.
It is all that is left of myself. Broken and incomplete. I beg of you to return and claim your right, or press this sword through the center of my breast and this heart will beat no more. For I cannot live like this; broken, scarred, and incomplete... the mere shell of the man who once stood tall before you as your guardian and your king.
