If this is meant to end with a broken heart I’d rather break mine in my own terms. So I do it. I tear myself away from you and cut you from my heart. I take my heart ,harden it as glass and smash it on the wall along with every care of you. Tomorrow with wounds freshly aching and still raw, I do it again. And again. Until pain replaces all feeling. Until my heart is unrecognizable and lost forever. So it can grow again without any traces of love or bitterness over memories of you. I will relinquish all hopes of joy and fantasies of love with you. It ends with emptiness to fill of things that aren’t you.