You broke my heart and it kept on beating, throughout the dark morning and the night, even darker. A soft, undetectable rhythm of destruction. You let go of my hand, and like a knife through the silence, cut the cords that had kept us so firmly bound. You broke my heart and it kept on beating. Sand sifted through my fingers, each fine grain a testament to the death of each new day. A soft, undetectable rhythm of destruction.
You walked down the beach, shadows crawling behind you. You left no footprints in your dusty wake. You broke my heart and it kept on beating. Past midnight, pitch-black, eyelashes ran from my dream, and collected on my pillow like sad, fallen stars. A soft, undetectable rhythm of destruction.
As the dream ended, the sun rose, and your voice finally spoke to me: Life has never been about love, and that’s why I’m leaving.
You broke my heart and it kept on beating a soft, undetectable rhythm of destruction.
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