THAT LOVE, WAS THE SOUND OF MY BREAKING HEART.

Did you hear that, Love?
That subtle ripping?
That deafenning clatter? 
That hint of dripping?
Yet somehow,
 you're not even sure if you heard it.
That love,
was the sound of my heart beat ceasing.
That dripp,
was the sound of all that we had slowly drainning from my viens.
That clatter
was what trust we had left.
Shattering,
like the illusion you somehow veiled me in.
That love,
was the sound of the very last ache that my heart will ever undergo
BECUASE OF YOU.