Owner of a Broken Heart

I recently had a woman break my heart. I blundered in the relationship, of course, but she destroyed me. And then she killed me.

I fucked up so bad that she told me not to contact her. I wanted to apologize, so I wrote a letter, and had it delivered to her. She burned it, sent me a picture of the fire, and called me a stalker. Fuck her for that. And I thank her for that.

She killed the man who was crying over hurting her. She killed the man who was paralyzed by fear. And from the ashes, strength and purpose was born. Fuck her. I am grateful.

Isaiah Gooleylove, hate, death, life