No, dear.



You did not leave a hole in my heart.


                                                    
                                              The hole was there, long before you
                                                   stumbled into my life.


                          
                             ­  It will be there long after you turn to memory.




Tearing it a little wider is the only thing
                                                           ­   **you
                                                      ­                  managed to achieve.


                                                    A couple more inches of
                                                                ­        scarring
                                                ­                 and the repulsive stench
                                                     of your rotting soul.