Facts state that 1 in a thousand people get the Broken Heart syndrome, I always thought to myself 'what are the odds of anyone I know ever getting that', turns out I could be wrong.
Love for me was talking with you all day everyday, holding your hands and watching your face light up when I make you laugh. I swear just the thought of it brings a smile to my face and a peace within my soul.
It was a completely absorbed love I had for you. I lost myself in you, choosing to trust completely, only to be made a fool, since you only lusted for me.
When your desires couldn't come to fruition you had two choices, stay or leave, I guess you did what you'd always wanted to do anyways and then left me behind.

I watched you leave and I swear, I could feel my heart rip, its strings snapping one after another just like I had a heart attack. The pain beyond excruciating, I never thought love could hurt as much as death.
Its taken me a while but each day I pretend to be better so those around me won't be bothered.
To be honest though, just the thought of you still makes my heart bleed, its never been the same.
Now I get weary when people claim to love me, as you've given me my first taste of death delivered as a Broken Heart Syndrome.