Pain

My heart is ripped from my chest,still beating it is held before me and crushed cruelly by my love. Eyes wide feeling the ache and the darkness closing in I fall to my knees,begging silently as the tears roll down my cheeks. The pain increases as the hand tightens around my heart,the nails of the hand digging into it. A friend stands by watching with horror writ in their eyes,disbelieving what they are seeing,unable to stop it. As the light fades the hole in my chest closes leaving a black hole where my love once held a sacred place. I watch through pin pricks of pain as my heart is tossed aside and beats slowly ceasing to exist. I close my eyes and wonder how many times a heart can be abused before it ceases to beat,it ceases to love,it ceases to simply sustain my life. I lie waiting to become the victim of another,useless and bleeding upon the ground,feeling the life flow from me and sighing as I simply cease to exist.