She could say it if
she wanted
to but
the words would
carry no
weight behind them

like a cat shaking
the paw with
you
and not understanding
the real meaning
behind
the gesture

so was her
every
“I love you.”

Enough to make an
old boy cry
but he
preferred suicide

Needless to say
her response
was
“Meh.”

I am always on the edge of breaking, but I have always so far been able to put myself together. Except that every time I put myself together a small piece of the person I was before is lost. And I am so afraid, afraid of what I will do when I shatter and when I won't be able to put myself back together. That is my biggest fear, that I will do something horrible just because I shattered. That is what terrifies me.