A Beautiful Breakdown

Nothing lasts forever. No matter how much you might think it will. No matter how much of yourself you pour into it. You can turn your world upside down, and yourself inside out, and you will still lose in the end. That's what love is. A cold, and broken song, echoing through delapidated ruins in hollow hearts. It is the loud cry of the ocean waves at night. Beautiful, but desperate, and haunting. Captivating, but reckless, and dangerous. Its always colder then it looks, and saltier then you expect. Salty like tears, and blood. Like the essence of wasted time. Like the essence of wasted hearts. It's decieving. But lonliness is terrible. Unavoidable, but horible. It's terrifying. More so then giving someone everything, like I did. So, now, with a heavy, bruised, shattered, glued, and duct taped, I stand back up, dust myself off, and attempt to reassemble the components of reality. Or rather, the opposite of reality. Of the world I created inside my head for the two of us. The beautiful world that you tore down with one foul swoop. In five words. Five sharp, ravenous words, that decided our fate. That I prayed would change. But I now understand that they won't. And I can't waste time pretending they will. So now, for a short time only, I am offering a special, one-time deal on a previously owned heart. Slightly tattered, alittle dirty, but in decent repair, and desperate for someone. Terrified of being alone. Hurry now while supplies last.