You broke my heart into pieces but for some reason
it didn’t hurt as much as I had expected it to, maybe
it’s because I loved you that god damn much that
I was not prepared to stop loving you just yet. If it
meant that the pieces of me and my heart could stay
and live on with you, and if it meant that your heart
would remain in one whole piece, then being broken
is something I would bear.

*As requested by @sspilled for #bemymuse no. 23