It's funny how a heart can break into a million pieces and still have the strength to love.
Still have the courage to care once more.
Telling itself this is the last time knowing that it will never actually be.
Lieing to itself almost every day just to feel a false sense of security.
Knowing that in the end it will be just like the last time.
But praying someone will someday prove it wrong.
Wishing for the one missing piece to come fill it's place.
And hoping to exist just one day without bleeding.
One day without the fear of breaking.
One day actually feeling the love it so desperately needs.
Because without love the heart stops beating.
Without beating the heart will die.
And as the heart dies it cries one last time for thinking it could ever be happy.
