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It feels like a deluge
"Your heart is like a great river after a long spell of rain, spilling over its banks. All signposts that once stood on the ground are gone, inundated and carried away by that rush of water. And still the rain beats down on the surface of the river. Every time you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That's it. That's my heart."
I don't see how it could hurt like this. I didn't want it to, but man, it really hurts. Did it have to be this way? I knew that it was going nowhere good, or going nowhere, period. But I never figured that he would end things like that. I don't want to be vulnerable, I never have. But this time I feel like I can tell the whole world just how much I'm hurting...but it won't matter at all. It won't change things, not a single bit. I've been judged for this relationship already anyway, been told how I'm in way over my head, been whispered about... What's the point of keeping to myself just how much my ego is bruised? And how my heart is flattened like a pancake, drowned in syrup and eaten by his unforgiving appetite, to be digested by his emotional entrails and finally rendered as nothing more than just a piece of unremarkable, brown shit?
Unremarkable, brown shit.
It hurts that much.
I don't see how it could hurt like this. I didn't want it to, but man, it really hurts. Did it have to be this way? I knew that it was going nowhere good, or going nowhere, period. But I never figured that he would end things like that. I don't want to be vulnerable, I never have. But this time I feel like I can tell the whole world just how much I'm hurting...but it won't matter at all. It won't change things, not a single bit. I've been judged for this relationship already anyway, been told how I'm in way over my head, been whispered about... What's the point of keeping to myself just how much my ego is bruised? And how my heart is flattened like a pancake, drowned in syrup and eaten by his unforgiving appetite, to be digested by his emotional entrails and finally rendered as nothing more than just a piece of unremarkable, brown shit?
Unremarkable, brown shit.
It hurts that much.