What do you know of love?

What do you know of sacrifice and pain, what do you know of giving and receiving, what do you know, what do any of us know.

Of Love. 

What does it mean to be held dear to be held close to be first, the one, the only, 

The precious the given

the God-Send?

What is it about him that from his fingers you see the beam of gold and warmth and 

from her eyes the gaze of someone who has willed her heart 

To you.

And only you.

And yet cruel beast, deadly creature poisonous monster 

What gave you the right to take her heart

while gripping onto another?

Evil, Evil little cesspool of human taint. 

You sent her off with a callous message a little white lie and knife of your dirt and dust

Your inhumanity.

Insincere, disgusting, revolting little beastie

do you know what a broken heart is like?

Being lost, being lead on hoping wishing praying and nothing.

Because you decided to be

a little indecisive. 

And grip onto a heart before stabbing it. 

No one forgets a broken heart. 

A broken promise.

And I wish her heart as strong. That she will find the pieces and be better, stronger, more full and beautiful like the sun rising out of an eclipse 

and deny you.

Her Sunshine. 

The love in her eyes the warmth in her touch and the smell of her breath in your being. 

And see Mother Karma do the rest. 

Destroy you. 

And let you too, feel the pang.

Of a broken heart. 

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Maybe it's true none of us are mature enough for love yet.
Not until you learn your emotional weight and learn to shoulder another's.
Maybe we are all naive and do not truly know
or Will ever know.
What it means to love until we become mothers, fathers. Brothers, Sisters.

The person I'm writing about deserves every ounce of Ire I can spare for him.
He's a disgusting person.
And listening to his lies was annoying to me as well.
I can't imagine the fate of the girl whose heart was broken.
But perhaps I do not want to.