Dec. 21, 2017

I held my breath till I thought I’d be blue in the face.

My heartbeat matched the sound of the second hand of the clock,

as I stared into the face of the one I loved.

Those eyes that had once looked at me with all the love in the world were unreadable,

and they were colder than the Arctic Circle.

Time froze. I felt my heart shatter into millions of little shards.

I had known what was coming, deep in my soul of souls.

My stomach ached and my throat burned with tears I would never let them see.

If the walls could talk, they would tell of the screams of pain.

If my sheets could talk, they would cry out in the rememberance of how tight I gripped them that day.

Four hours of the things I hated most.

Each one bringing back the memory.

The knife in my heart was twisted a thousand times that day.

The tears fell, and they spoke the words that they did not.

"I don't love you anymore."