you wanted me to show you so i unzipped my chest took out my heart and displayed it in a glass case i waited for you to speak but you walked away instead. i should have known when you told me about your collection of hearts it wouldn't stop at mine.
i wish i knew what to say to you what you wanted you never tell me anything you just blame me we aren't moving forward and i have no interest in reliving a past filled with so much pain.
each page of our story gave me paper cuts by the time i was finished my hands were sketched in blood reminding me of every time i tried to turn a page and you refused.