to the boy who made her cry -
she whispers your name in her sleep, craving your reassurance even when she knows there is none. not from you at least.
she cries out for you when she is hurt, even when she knows you are the one that hurt her the most.
she still loves you.
but you don't care. have you ever?
you reached in and grabbed her heart through her rib cage, snapping her heart strings one by one, so that their song will never sound as beautiful as the first time they were played.
- her