hartbreaker

please, break my heart.

no one ever asks for their heart to be broken, it just happens that way. it's a part of humanity. a good part. you can be rich, poor, middle class and get your heart broken. when i wake up in the morning i don't ask or hope that someone will reach into my deepest core and destroy me, i just love and with love comes hartbreak, with hartbreak comes change, and with change comes new life.

hartbreak is something that i hope everyone goes through, but i hope that it doesn't ruin them like it did me. i've had my heart broken before, but this time it was different. it's as if she reached into my innermost being and stole everything i had. she robbed me of my passion, joy, confidence, and friendships. all of which will take years to rebuild.

but here's the thing. why do you always want the ones that will break your heart? and the ones that want you will get their hearts broken. it's like destiny. i think i knew she was going to break my heart, but i put all my damn cards on the table anyway. the worst part is that when someone breaks your heart, often their heart is not broken for you.

their are two ways to handle hartbreak. go all in, fight through the disaster, and hope that you come out the other side slightly scarred, but alive. or you run and run and run until it catches up with you. well, i ran. but i finally stopped. here i am, a broken hearted little boy in recovery.

"true love lives" thom yorke