Heartbroken...
The Heart is an organ.
It beats and pumps, but that's just a simple thing it does.
It creates an emotion in you, and everyone desires and craves it, but sometimes,
I
Don't
Want
It.
You broke my heart.
You broke it bad.
You lied to me, and I cried.
I loved you.
I loved you much.
I thought you were the one.
But
You
Weren't.
You hurt me.
You left me.
You killed me.
What was I suppose to do?