Her words struck me like a cobra.
It’s not you love its me
The venom of the snake bite
swirled in my blood.
I was losing my life.
My heart it tried to pump
blood and move oxygen
into my lungs.
But it failed instead
in the searing pain of shock.
I want to faint but I can’t.
If I faint the pain will stop.
But my soul is screaming for air.
This is like a heart attack.
One moment you are reading
a book the next
gasping on the floor
clutching your chest.
It’s not you love its me.
How self absorbed you are.
Like your choices
are the only ones that matter.
I look at my chest
someone has ripped
that part of you
I thought was mine
right out of my heart.
Then it all came to me.
You were never
in my heart at all.
Always Into yourself.
you are you and I am me.
The silence in the room
became deafening.
Hearts fall to pieces
quietly like this.
Its screams of agony
are silent and inside itself.
The door clicked quietly.
As you left with your suitcase
in your hand.
I wondered
what you would do
when you opened it later
and found my heart inside