That cliché of when you have your heart broken it feels like your heart has been shattered is true. So is the one about not being able to breath. It hurts.
My heart feels like it's been dropped from the top of the tallest building and smashed like fine china. It's this purple-pink colour. The purple is for love. I love my friend with all my heart and it's been smashed. The pink is the hurt. Oink is always pain and emotional pain is still pink. The purple pink fog that seems to be sitting around my heart means I can't breath. It hurts. It's that reminder that you can't pick up your phone and call them to tell them what's wrong. Last night all I wanted was a hug from them and for them to tell me it would be okay like they usually do. But I couldn't have that. Because they're gone for now.
Let's not dwell on it. But right now I hate you but want you back. I think it's gonna stay that way for a while. You said that it could be the biggest mistake you'd make. I'll give you time. Just don't look at me with those eyes full of pity. I hope you cried as much as I did.
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