My heart - for what it's worth.

Careless
I want to be the one that dies
Just to see if they'll forget
And the one who sits and cries
Just to see if he will come
And yet no matter how I try or fall
He's always one step farther
Can't he see? He's got the rope
Pulling out my heart, pulls me apart
I haven't got the strength to say
When he's not here, I'm scared to feel
It's hard to know what hurts the most
He says “it isn't meant to be”
And slowly, word by simple word,
He kills the only part of me
That crumbles now within his grasp
The only part that ever really mattered.


I'm very close to considering posting this where he will be able to read it. Can I do it?

Question: Will he care?

Answer? Not bloody likely.

So much for only 33 posts this month.