And the pain wouldn't stop,
my stomach still dropping.
No, it couldn't happen...not to me, not now.
The tears rimmed my eyes, daring to flow over.
I felt like throwing up.
But there was more, he was still talking.
Every word sending painful shoots through my heart.
He couldn't do this to me,
not after I had decided to get over him.
I hated everything.
Not him exactly, but myself.
I must've liked him at least a little,
or else I wouldn't be suffocating in my pain.
&& all my hopes were crushed...
