You betrayed me.
I trusted you and you
he would love
He just held me.
And that was enough for you, but
not for me.
I needed more.
I needed the promise.
I needed the hope and the future and
And he didn't honor me. He held me
and then he let me go. Left.
Just left. Not saying he was leaving. He
just stopped coming.
You poor silly heart!
You really believed it, didn't you?
You believed he would love me.
What do we do now, my heart?
You don't really know much, do you?
What do I do now with what you tell me?
Trust you? Laugh at you? Ignore you?
I must heal you now first because you are broken.
We'll do that first.
Then there will be nothing left to do.
from 'Broken' in My Heart
Fiction is the lie that tells the truth ... (Neil Gaiman)