All I must ask is simply why? Why do you insist on walking around with her hand held in yours. Your steely grip suffocates her in ways she will never be able to put into words. Why do you grip tighter when she wants to let go, and why do you take her love for granted? Why do you take her love and twist it around into meaningless words and actions. She held the world for you, yet over time you watched as the weight slowly crushed her. You walked around with your head held high with a line of crushed hearts trailing behind you.
Little did she know she would become one of those hearts too. Broken, bashed, crushed, but she still tried to piece them together for you. Her friends watched in astonishment as she sold her soul for you. Sold her happiness, her will, her life. All to put a smile on your face.
But here is what you don't know heartbreaker. After you let go, after you let her fall, after you let all the air escape from her lungs when you told her you never loved her, she got up.
She got up even stronger than before. Now she walks around with a cage around her heart, and even though she finds it hard to let real love in, finds it hard to trust, finds it hard to believe, at least she knows not to let you back in.
When you pulled your love away in haste, she was lost. Unable to sense which direction was up and which direction was a long spiral down. But her friends were there to pick her up when you didn't. Her friends surrounded her with love, inconceivable and unconditional love.
They brought her smile back, the smile you tore away from her face because you could never understand it. They brought her laugh back, the laugh you sneered at because it was too loud for your dainty ears. They brought back the light in her eyes, the light that you extinguished because it was too bright for your own dark soul.
She is better now, and we all laugh as you try reach for her again, as you try to capture her heart. You hate the idea that she is better with out you. You hate the fact that you could never bring her that happiness. You hate the notion that she will move on, and that your ice grip on her has melted to water.
When she sees your pictures she no longer feels a pang in her stomach that leaves her breathless. When she hears your song, she no longer gets a sour taste in her mouth. She is strong and happy and full of love and light. And we wish you the best as you realize your mistake in letting her go.
PS: Heartbreaker, there is a reason you get your name. It isn't because of the trail of hearts you leave behind after your conquest. It's because of your own heart and how you break it each time you look in the mirror and hate what you see.
