• He gave up today...gave up trying...gave up waiting. With these words he gave back my heart. Perfectly shaped and crimson red, beating proudly in his hand from protective care. Now that its back it’s turned black and blue from the abusive words I say blaming it for making me feel this way. It’s cuts are too deep, it’s bruises turned black. Each word cuts away another piece for I know I’ve lost him....the one thing that meant the world.... the one thing I’d die for. The tears keep rolling and the knife keeps digging. What is there left to do but put on a fake smile pretend I’m ok, pretend my hearts not bleeding, not being tattered away by the lie I’m living, the person I’ve lost. If only he knew I love him and I can’t do what I must. That being letting go, something I won’t do, something I couldn't bare. I wish he knew he will always be my Romeo as I forever his Juliet................