For That Girl With The Broken Heart

She`s cried out her heart. What else is she to do? Who else is she to love? When he`s not there to turn to...She`s broken.
Piece by piece, broken down into nothing. She can`t enjoy his kisses or hugs, no parts of his loving.

Gone.

Within the blink of her carefree eyes, he was no longer near, no longer able to hear her lonely cries.

&& he doesn`t care.

Doesn`t care at all, && his actions caused that left side of her heart to fall. To crack, to splatter, to be torn apart. She tried to pick up the pieces, but where does she start? Can she start from day one, when they first met? When he said he`d be with her forever && it was she, he would never forget? She`s forgotten how to not love him, how to not care. How not to wish for him to be there.

Damn.

Where can she start? Where can she go? What can she do? I guess those are the questions that need answers too. She holds it in && tries not to cry. But if she holds it in any longer we're afraid she might explode and die. So she sheds these lonely yet beautiful tears,

&& maybe, she wishes, one day he will open his ears, one day he will hear.