You didn't break my heart,

You just left a tear right in the middle where my defenses were weak, so it hurts,

It hurts more than it should.

Like a paper cut, very shallow,

Very mundane and insignificant,

But it hurts nonetheless.

I may choose to ignore it, but the fact that it is there won't be erased

And everytime I try to touch anything, it would hurt,

Somehow reminding me that you are still part of who I am

And this paper cut you left behind is still healing.

It tells me to wait patiently for all the pain to end until I'm ready to start again.

I am sad,

Not for the past which cannot be undone,

Not for today which shall pass,

But for what we could have been and all that we will never be.