He whispered I love you but the words burned in my ear turning to them into ashes.

The words I love you were meant to be like drops of rain giving life to roses yet when he spoke them there was a deep emptiness in his voice that voided the meaning altogether. The meaning failed to break through the cracks of my broken heart.

I turned away and stared blankly at the wall beside me, you see he had poisoned my heart making it impossible to love being loved.

As I gazed at those white walls surrounding me my thoughts turned inward imagining myself picking up those ashes as my bleeding heart dripped life back into that pile of meaningless ash and found the love of my life there. And it was me.