I stand there; hurt, immobile
While you stare back at me; dazed and confused
I look down to see a rusted handle, out of my left pectoral
"What is this? What did you do to me?"
She doesn't respond; remain still, stoic
Tilting your head forward, staring at the floor
I put my right hand on my chest
The blood begins to flow; slowly but surely
I scream so loud that no sound is found
I force a tear so hard that my tear ducts dry out
Her head tilts back up facing me
With a look of guilt and remorse; teary
Black mascara dripping as tears; murderer
"I'm sorry. I told you not to love me. You didn't listen."
Whimpers, no strength in her voice
My knees begin to get weak, eyes begin to droop low
A pool of blood begins to form under my feet
It begins to expand outwards towards you
"I thought you loved me..."
"I loved you enough to put you out of your misery...forever"
My legs buckle, I fall; kneeling in the river of anemic juice
Causing a small splash, trickles of blood land upon her face
She approaches slowly; hear the splashing from her feet
Placing both her hands on my shoulders, she leans in
Kisses me on the cheek; causing my heart to skip a beat
"You will be gone soon. Don't worry"
"Why my love? How have I hurt you...?"
"You have never hurt me, only loved me unconditionally."
"I don't understand..."
"That's alright. Now you can love me no more."
My vision begins to blur, words begin to slur
I know my end is near, with no reasoning
She steps away slowly; gazing at me dying
She turns her back to me, exiting my mind
"WAIT!"
With my last ounces of strength I grab the handle
Rip out the blade that has put me here; blood flies
Along with the blade; out comes a large piece
My beating heart; still functional, somehow
"I didn't deserve this...I love you."
My eyes roll back, and all strength is dissipating
My body flops forward; I collapse into my biology
the knife falls forward out of my hand; shuffles along the ground
Makes its way in front of her, as the heart slides off
Still beating, still pulsing; calling out her name
She picks up the heart off the ground; blood drips down her hands
She lazily allows it to fall once again, and turns around
Walking away, you can hear a slight sob
My heart cries out for her; I am a victim
A broken heart like no other
A broken heart...for loving too much
My heart has died
To this day, it remains on the floor
Beating; sporadically trying to call her name
You killed me
"Goodbye..."
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