MY BLEEDING HEART

"Tell me how much you love me. About how your afraid to lose me. About how I make you smile, laugh, feel alive."
"Tell me it all gets better. Tell me my word meant a lot. Tell me my love was not in vain "
" But most importantly, tell me that my heart is not really broken. "
She gave of a defeated sigh while she was hunched back in a heap of herself on the floor, eyes filled with tears. Defeated. That's how she felt. Completely torn apart and defeated.
Suddenly, she gave of a weak and bitter laugh. She looked up at him through tear filled eyes and said through a broken smile and a shattered heart "perhaps I should have just held my tongue. For wat good did it do for me to speak my heart." to her, it was more of a statement, than it was a question.