The day he left me... his eyes were empty, just as my world now is. Our love might have been unrequited, or perhaps it never was love. Infatuation maybe, or a meaningless joke. Either way, I now know what heartbreak is. So I’ll continue to light every unforgiven cigarette between my lips, blackening my lungs to level to his black heart.
Then maybe, just maybe, my broken pieces will mend, and soon I’ll be whole again... or perhaps not.
