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It Tore Me Apart
June 4, 2015
I wanted a clean cut. I wanted it to be done with a clean, and sharpened knife, one that hurts less and heals faster. Instead I got a serrated knife. One filled with edges and niches of memories, and little twists of complication that raked painfully across my heart. One that cuts slower and is more painful. One with a rusty coating to leave me with a reminder of our infectious love. One that clawed across my heart leaving a scar as a reminder of what love did to me. It tore me apart.
© Arianna J., Temecula, CA
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I wrote this when I was going through a really tough time. It was when I broke up with my boyfriend and he became a totally different person than I had ever known. He has left a scar over my heart.