The Heart Shatters, it Breaks & Bleeds

The heart breaks, it shatters, it falls to the floor in a bloody mess. We open ourselves to love, knowing full well we will suffer for it. The promise of something great, something better than the rest, something worth the price you pay when it’s all said and done and your heart is lying there in pieces on the floor.

I love him, I’ll do anything to have him back home, with me, every day. I have no idea what will make that happen, if anything will. I love him in ways that I can’t even begin to put to words. He is the sunrise, he is the setting of the moon. He is the drunk feeling I get from too much wine, he is the high that makes me giggle and laugh uncontrollably. He is the light in my darkness. I need him to come home. I miss him so much.