My heart is broken

It has eventually arrived. Deep down perhaps I knew this will be the outcome. But why did I hope and believe nevertheless?

My heart is broken.

I don't know how to mend it this time.

I have used all my energy to hold it all together for the past 12 months... to move on with my life. To live it like I want it to be. To believe things will turn out differently this time. But just as I thought the end is near, it all collapsed right before me. I couldn't muster any more to fix it this time.

My heart is broken.

In the end, a sincere heart is not enough. A contented love is not enough. A desire to start all over again... a willingness to start things right... is still not good enough.

I don't know how else to do this.

My heart is broken.

Rambling

Here I am sitting in the darkness... Thinking...

Pink Floyd is playing in the background...

What am I doing?

I feel calm... somewhat sedated breathing...

Something's bothering me.

My hair's all bundled up in a towel turban...

Maybe it's just my PMS speaking.

Oh woman!