Disregarding my love.
This heart takes time to heal.
You drove exactly
four daggers
into my chest.
~You did not pardon yourself.~
You cannot ever possibly understand
how you make me feel!!
To you, it means nothing.
"It isn't a big deal."
But it is to me.
Where are you when I actually need you?
TIME PASSES
A little time was all we needed.
A brief separation.
All is right!
You finally get it.
How deeply I care.
Impossibly, you understand.
Might this work?
You love me.
You've made an interesting
...proposal...
How can I refuse?
No one could hurt me more.
No one can heal me more thoroughly.
Muscles must tear
in order to become stronger.
The heart is a muscle.
Potentially,
the strongest of them all.
My heart has been shredded to peices.
And in allowing myself to hurt,
I've learned to love with more strength.
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