Do you know how it feels to have your heart shattered into a million pieces? To have to watch him walk away, knowing that even if you could move, it wouldn't make a difference. You're standing there, in the cold, and then you feel him. You turn your head, and there he is, just standing there, and even if your legs weren't locked under you, it wouldn't change anything.
Do you know how it feels when you know that whatever you say won't change his mind? To play that conversation over and over inside your head, in your dreams, and know that it would end the same way no matter what you did differently. You can still hear the words he said echoing around you, and even if you could have spoken, it wouldn't have mattered. Whatever words may have wanted to come out; they wouldn't. Whatever you had to say wouldn't have been good enough.
Do you know how it feels to see him everywhere you go? To see hair just the right colour, run to him turn his shoulder sharply, only to find it wasn't him. How could it be – you never had that feeling deep inside of you. And yet, even if it was him, it wouldn't help. The same problems would still exist, and everything you will say would be a lie. You would plaster your happy mask back on, and he would see right through it – it didn't matter.
You were over.
Do you know how it feels to have you heart shattered into a thousand tiny pieces?
feeling a bit angsty, and stuff ... so i wrote a few angsty ranty thingys
