If I broke it in to pieces and gave each facet away

This is the part that loves everything

This is the part that hurts because it never feels like it’s enough

This is the part I crushed in my fist, I don’t remember what it was it’s dust now

Like the ashes I’ll drop it

This part loves him

But it also loves

Wishes it could love him too.

This part has given in and withered, it thought it could help and only wanted to be needed.

Charcoal apathy.

The bitter pill of expectations.

This one always sings dear you

This one always knows where everyone is.

Even if I’m wrong, it tells me their names and I think of them.

This part wanted a companion

This part wanted a friend

A heart is a selfish thing, it wants

Without it see I don’t want anything.

How am I supposed to keep looking for tomorrow

Tomorrow

Tomorrow

Tomorrow

There’s so many.

So many meaningless tomorrows.

And even more meaningless yesterdays.

I thought I’d go buy some flashy sports car or something with my midlife crisis instead this

It happened

And the end was the end

And goodbye never came

Because hello never came either.

I don’t think it’s worth it

I wish I could be happy.

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