I cannot explain the breaking up of my heart, yet here again I stand upon the parapet out stretched high about the sea of tears. Spinning around in an endless whirl of disappointments and lost expectations, wondering whether it was fair, right, or wrong. The indifference of it all is sharp and pointed like a knife piercing the tender throbs of the heart. I stand here in the rain of shame with no covering to hide my face. I am cold and shiver like the north wind that chafes the unprotected cheeks and lashes harshly again and again leaving red puffy welts.
If surgery could be performed to remove my beating heart and leave me yet alive, I would have it removed and placed in a secret place to where none would every prey upon it again. I would have it locked away until the pain of this misery were forgotten. But this is foolishness. How would one learn to live through the downs of life? We cannot just run away from that which we do not wish to face, no matter the unpleasant circumstance may be. The Demons may come but they will not hold control over us lest we bid them to. Bitterness mixed with sweetness in the taste of an apprehensive goodbye stings in the aftermath of the decision made and words that were said. The flood of emotions washes over the soul. I just want to be washed away along with the tide and forgotten with the humiliating truth of being played for a fool.
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