Push
Summary: It's hard to feel pain when your heart doesn't work anymore...
Author's Note: Yet another angsty drabble-ish piece. This was inspired by an acoustic version of "Push" by Matchbox Twenty. Hope you like it and reviews are welcome.
Disclaimer: I don't own them or the song, but back in the day I would have sold my arm to meet Rob Thomas…
She's been broken so many times in the past. Her heart is nothing more than a thousand shattered pieces held together with tape and glue. She can never be whole again. He made sure of that. He took the best parts of her heart away when he left her in Chicago and married a stripper. She wants so much to be herself again, but she's learned the hard way that she can never be that happy girl again. She's ruined.
She knows she isn't any good, not anymore. She's forgotten how to feel. When her boyfriend kisses her, she feels nothing but his lips on hers. There is no electric shock, no butterflies inside her, no fireworks, no heat. She won't feel again, that part of her is long gone…dead or stolen, she isn't sure.
It takes one look, and she knows. Her perfect boyfriend has been unfaithful…just like every other man in her life. He tells her he loves her, and she laughs at the lie. She thinks she deserves it, she's nothing special anymore. It doesn't hurt when he tells her, but then again it's hard to feel pain when your heart doesn't work anymore.
She's not even twenty and she's already worn out, worn down. Her new waitressing job is killing her. The sky opens up on her way home, and the rain pours down. She can't walk anymore, she can't stand, she can't breathe. She sinks to the ground, loose gravel scraping her bare knees, and for the first time in a long time, she allows the tears.