Corazón

My palms are full once again, as what was supposed to be my heart slips away with ease falling to the ground as nothing more than insignificant and useless debris. All around me is more dust, gifts that I devotedly gave you and you refused, or at least that's what I made myself believe, because being honest there was no way you would accept any of them. Corazón, please don't leave me again with love in my hands, it belongs to you, even if you don't want it, I beg you to take it between your fingers to dispose of it properly, maybe that will hurt less than having it slipping away from me, begging not to end up in a useless, windswept trail of dust. Corazón, make it worth it.

My pride falters once more, approaching your impassive figure dragging my body, offering my bright red flesh as opposed to that grayish dust, it was so boring, wasn't it? I hope you have more fun having something you can rip off and destroy, instead of treasuring that absurd and ephemeral stupidity, which if you ever take the time to protect, would be eternal. Is your ego so big as to mock the pathetic beats of my body when I give every sigh to you, corazón?

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Notes: I love writing with the pov of a heartbroken person knowing that I was never in a relationship LOL