Heart.

When he took my heat away, along with his own. Scarred and broken in two, I was thinking. Why was I so navie? So stupid not to see, stuck in pointless thoughts.

My scarred heart laid in my hands as tear drops fell it only beated twice as the small drops of water fell, making it jump once then it went limp.

 

It was all great. Wonderful in fact. My life couldn't be better. Skies all bright. Glintty eyes filled mine. Love.

 It was always love. Him and I were always the best of anything and everything. Untill, the ingoration and secrets poured right through him onto me, as the dark cold whispers of the night. Told me.

This wasn't right

 

 Lies surrounded my life. Only he could see me. But he was all an act. As he wanted to use me. I didn't know this now though, only to find out last. But other friends of mine.

Thinking life couldn't get worse. I had to do the confrontation.

I wasn't good at this. Telling someone their faults. Someone I loved, what they did to hurt me.

Usualy myself was the one to tell loved ones what they were best or helping me out with.

Not this case.

Walking up to the now dirtied house. Knocking on the front door. No answer. My heart gave another tug as I saw it was un-locked. Stupidly, I opened it. Walking inside. It was not clean whats so ever. Clothes everywhere, the smell reeked from each corner of the room. The tv still on, Another episode of MTV's True life was on. I went into the kitchen, where the tiles were a bit smashed up. I was angry with him. How could he do this to me. Leave his house, family , friends, a girl he told he would never give up on...

Lies I thought to myself as I took a step closer to the table, where the chair was pulled out a little. Oddly, I sat down.

A pad of lined paper was their along with a pen and a hand written note; my eyes filled to the top with tears as I closed them slowly.Letting the tears escape. A muffled cry let from my sealed lips. Sealed as they ever could be.

How couldn't I not see?

I was blind, blinded by love not to see.

He was doomed all along, his breaths were no longer regular. The pills grew into more. The prick of a finger meant his life. Doctors knew it was a long road

Now a dead end has surpassed.

A sharp knife to a short life. It was his heart that ended it all. The lights fading. The darkness filing his eyes. The curtains were pulled all around where he lay.

 In the end.

We were both broken hearted.