I cry for my heart and for that, I am to blame.
I cry for my heart as it reshatters into a million sweet pieces every time I see the letters of your name.
I weep as my heart pumps poison to my veins and honey to my brain so my body feels the aches and my mind feels delighted.

You've loved another and I'm aware.
while I'm here picking up pieces of me and pieces of my pride,
you're out there, flirting with a date.

That's not fate.

Fate was you and I.
fate IS you and I.
And I know that you know this,
that's why I cry.
Don't you know this?

I'm insane? Define sanity.
If sanity is condemning my unquantifiable love for you and deeming it ephemeral then by God I'd rather be insane.
You are the heart of my heart, you are the mind of my mind, you are my sanity.
You are my prize, my precious,
my torment and the reason of my soul's demise.

And now look at me, what's left of me?
A mere leaf falling from a tree,
The tree that was my balance.
And now I'm shaking cold, old and frostbitten like an unwanted unwelcome cold December night while you roam like spring, blossoming and joyful.

What you've done is cruel.

My greatest fear is not losing you, it is losing myself after your departure.
My greatest fear is that this heart would fall to a disease it can never recover from when the cruel frost reaches my core.
I'm afraid I'm losing the ability to love.