First off, I want to start by saying I'm sorry. It wasn't me, and it wasn't you. It was my heart. The mind of my heart is not easily impressed. My heart is sometimes hungrier than my mouth. But for some reason it would rather starve than be fed, unless it tastes the right definition it craves to study. Sure, I may have let you explore parts of me that are truly locked away for someone holding my most pivotal keys. Your key did not fit, the door did not open for you. Sure, you made me laugh, I made you laugh. But there was still someone else in the echoes of the silence we shared. Sure, we shared a bed on cold nights. You held me close enough for warmth, but there was still a cold draft between us. Sure, you cared for me, showed me enough attention. But your dose of affection was only a placebo to what my heart needs to beat.
An open letter to the hearts I've broken.
Subject: An open letter to the hearts I've broken.
Date: 23 Sep 2015