The Ramblings of a Broken Heart

While I was blind and deaf, I let him lead me to the end of the world, and allowed him to push me over the edge. Free-falling through space and time, my tears float up next to me.They splash against my face as the air pushes them out past the moon and towards the stars. My hair whips against the back of my neck. I'm left alone, in the dark, with only my swirling and incoherent thoughts to keep me company.

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Why couldn't I see? What's wrong with me? Am I really that trusting? No, I know I'm not. That's why this hurts so badly. To quote my favorite band, why do I feel? And there, in this moment of total and complete loneliness, I make a decision. I won't feel anymore. I will be numb to the world. I will no longer have a heart. The taste of salt in my mouth is almost unbearable. When will the tears stop? It feels as if I've been falling for centuries. It's almost like I'm suspended in time. Caught in my own misery.  

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I reach out, trying to grab something, anything. My hand takes hold of a star. A small, insignificant star. It burns my hand as I hold it tight. "Please, help me, little star," I whisper to it, "I have a very important job for you. I need you to sharpen your corners, all five of them. Prepare yourself, because this might be the most important thing you'll ever do. I need you, my precious little star, to cut out my heart."

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I bring the star in close to my chest. One of the corners pierces my skin. I take a deep breath and brace myself. But then, the tiniest sensation pulls me back. My heart begins to beat. The sound grows louder and louder, until it's pounding in my ears. My heart aches, and then burns. I can't stand the fact that it's doing this all for him, just for him. I let go of my star and cover my ears. I let out a cry of desperation. I have to do away with it, I have to make it stop. My scream grows louder and louder.

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And then, with a hard thud, I hit the ground. I'm too afraid to open my eyes. Too afraid to accept what's happened. But then, I feel hands on my back. I open my eyes and find myself in the embrace of my closest and dearest friend. She whispers in my ear, "It's okay. Everything's going to be alright." I wrap my arms around her and bury my face in her hair. She hugs me tighter and I let out a huge sigh.

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