I must admit this break up got to me. You're apart of my mind, I need a lobotomy. I've had break-ups before but this one's an oddity. Honestly, her final message turned my heart into a vestige. I can't drive after this wreckage. I can't, but I have to start to advance. I might as well have a broken hearted transplant. Burn my pants when I say I love you no longer. It's been two weeks today, and I'm no stronger. Literally, head to feet, My body's so weak all I do is sleep. This break-up made me take up a new spiritual make-up. The light of the Lord can try to console, but it seems darkness has swallowed me whole. I'm broken...mind, heart, body and soul.
