Happy Catastrophe

I thought this love we shared with each other was perpetual, but my heart proved to me it was all prevarication. You left me to rot in my depression, abdicate and cold. My heart; perforated and mourning for someone to apprehend my fall through the abyss of darkness. My knee's, they weaken at the thought of those three words you spoke to me. " I'm leaving you." Susceptable and hurt, I try to impersonate all the good things happy people do but I seem to be know where parallel to them. I finally learned to traverse everything that had occured between the two of us. Now, I'm trying harder then ever because I know I deserved the love that you weren't willing to give back and I know that I deserved much better then you. There's no more tears here. I have shead my last drop.