The little things

Grenade.

A heart set, is a heart destined to be broken. And a hearts desires are bound to bring it hurt.

Your humbleness and humility, your gentle ways and caring nature, were all that I desired whilst you were out of reach.

But when the tables turned and your totality was promised to me, I suddenly wanted for you no more and the guilt was crushing me.

I kept up the facade, but made excuses all the while. No offence, but you're too trusting in me, so you believed all the lies.

I still feel the weight, I haven't told you yet, but the promise of love, is a promise unkept.

There's things I can't promise and things I won't do, and I can't promise not to hurt you, but I can't keep lying, that's a thing I won't do.

In reality I'm dying, I've shed every tear, I can't cry anymore, I can't hide from my fears.

The promise I made, I don't think I can keep, as I contemplate, laying in the middle of the street.

A short story's end, is quite succinct, believe mine is too, with my hearts desire's hurt.

Using my heart over my head, would produce worse results, and I hope to leave with minimum casualties, from the final explosion of my heart grenade.