She is in an empty house that doesn't quite feel like home anymore,
he is making love to someone even though his thoughts
always trace back to the rapid beats of her beautiful heart.
She is concentrating on trying to be with someone that isn't him
while wishing it was; he is destroying himself by laughing at things
that he knows would have made her smile but is too afraid to
possibly ruin her life again. She is trembling at his every breath
and he is not going to call because the sound of her voice
might drive him back to thoughts he doesn't want to have.
She is told he never loved you and he never will
so she keeps to herself and cries herself to sleep with the memory
of his voice whispering I love you on her mind
while he tells everyone that they don't speak anymore
for a reason so far from the truth.
They can't seem to find each other but no matter how hard they try,
they know that their love was as real as the sun and the moon.

If you're lucky enough to find a love like that,
you don't find that kind of love twise.

when a glass window shatters,
the easiest thing to do is pick up all of the pieces
and put a temporary covering over it until it can be replaced.

when a person’s heart shatters,
there isn't an easy was to gather all of the pieces.

you feel as if every small shred of glass
is piercing through your body
and there is no way
to make it stop.

you crave him.

you want to ask him to help you clean it up,
but he is
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to be found.

you hate him.

your main desire is to find him
and do everything in your power to make him feel as
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and lifeless as he did to you.

you need him.

you’re hyperventilating because he is the only form of water
that your lungs know of,
and you can’t breathe without the scent of his cologne
running through your senses.

you are nothing.