I don't think my heart can shatter anymore onto that cold ground you have left for it
to fall. Instead, I think my heart will melt into the fire of my soul that still burns for you
and every aspect of you.

When I think about everything that has happened my hands become numb and my heart
sinks inside my rib cage a little, and I have to hold back tears that I don't understand. I wish
that things were how they were a couple of months ago, when the leaves were red and
the sun was out, but the cold winter months have replaced any warmth that the world may
provide.

Now I am fueled by a fire within my heart to keep on going, but I do not understand why
this fire is not extinguished. Something keeps feeding hope into the pit and causing it
to burn still, but it cannot be me, for I see no hope. I see no hope yet I am not ready to
let go.

As the days go by and whatever it may be that is eating away at me continues, I stand here
and watch as my heart melts inside my chest. Your eyes, your words, your presence is
causing my vessels to boil. A hole is forming on my chest and I wish I could patch it but
haven't you been told? The store is fresh out of medicine.