Will this Heart EVER heal?

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MyHotComments / HotFreeLayoutstears begin to flood my face like a cup left under a running faucet well after the water has reached the rim, my heart leaping to my throat getting caught, squezzing twisting, tearing. My throat contacting around the emotions that threathing to leap up and out of my mouth. My stomach rumbling, wrestling, knotting. My hands quiver as I reach up to blot the tiny tear drops leaving footprints down my cheeks, the path that awaits me suddenly seems like a pilgrimage, one foot, next foot, step, step. I see you (I see her), you smile (she leaves), you ask how I am (I lie). I reply that I am fine (even though my heart has crept up into my mouth and is jumping up and down on my tongue like and Olympic diver waiting to hit the water). I want to say that I miss you, let you know that every minute i'm awake I think of you! I want you to know that I miss your arms, your smile, your lips, your touch. I want you to know that (I'm incomplete) my body hurts, my soul bleeds. I ask how you are (hoping against all hope that you will tell me what I want to hear.) you reply (your answer not including that you miss me, my arms, my lips, my touch.) My eyes attempt to strip you down to your soul (searching for what I once knew so well.) They get lost, but find their way back to reality, as they graze over the ever fading hickey just above the collar of the shirt she bought you. My heart leaps off the end of my tongue wanting you to see the way you've hurt me waiting for you to hurt the same way. It falls to the ground. (she calls you) you hastily say goodbye, (as you trot over to her) stomping, squishing, mutiliating my valnerable, fallen heart. (not even pausing long enough to scrape it off the bottom of your shoe like a discarded piece of gum.) She wraps her arms around your neck, brings her lips to yours, (your ears still turn red) people pass as if I don't even exist ( I want to cry, scream, shout.) I want someone to find my heart, bring it back, piece it together. I turn away hoping that one day it won't hurt (as much)and hoping that one day I will again be able to call you mine and have you come to me, be able to buy your shirts that match your eyes, and leave the tale-tell hickey just above that collar and will still turn your ears red from the friciton of our lips. I walk away knowing that my HEART will NOT follow.