I always see my heart deep in a cement block—buried, but beating. It’s there, it exists, but it is distant and difficult for anyone to touch.

Don’t worry, I understand why you hate me. I deserve your one-word answers and lack of eye contact. I gave you everything except what you were willing to give me. But the truth is, I lost the ability to fall in love. I lost it to someone once miserable but now miserable and arbitrary.

Some will argue I’m protecting myself; closing up because I’m afraid of getting hurt; dealing with some “trust issues.” But really I’m just broken beyond my understanding. Oh well.

I always see my heart deep in a stupid metaphor—pointless, and sad. It’s there, it can be written, but not a god damn thing changes.