I hate losing people. I hate not knowing if I’m ever going to talk to that person again, if silence means death or merely distraction. I hate that I sink my heart into someone, knowing I’ll never get it back and not caring, and they run off with it, not caring. I hate that I love, and I have to love, and I’ll never stop loving, and that it hurts so damn much.
My heart buds off little pieces I put in other people’s hands. I know they won’t care for it but if I don’t give then what am I?