"How many times can the heart break?"
"Many times. The stronger you are, the more times it can break."
That's what my Mother told me. I thought that this was an easy system to cheat; if you're weak then one heartbreak will free you from one kind of love altogether.
They told me there were just five types of love. Five heartbreaks didn't sound so bad. I guess I just didn't expect them to happen all at once.
Around me the world is devastated, nothing more than an ugly scar on the solar system. My Father, my friend...Gone. With them fled my passion for this planet and it's people. Over time my actions dawned on my sleeping conscious, and then died my self-love. In the span of a month I lost almost everything. Given a year, my soul began to cave. What did I have left? One more heartbreak - humans aren't made to feel such incurable numbness.
For a few brief moments I can feel life again. Nicotine eases each aching breath, clogging my tired lungs; Alchohol ignites my blood, the spark plug in my veins; Weed shuts down the pain, hidden in a haze of smoke. We all have our vices, mine just tend to be illegal.
You weren't illegal, though. A source of life that brought shocking clarity.
One heartbreak left. I have everything to lose, and yet nothing at the same time. Whatever fucked up God is out there, they owe me this. Something tells me you're a temporary respite, but who gives a damn?