Keys Broken With This -Not- Love Letter

My fingers ache from trying to jot down my feelings into words. The time it has taken me to type could have been spent cutting my heart into thirds opposed to waiting for the feelings of my heart to ripe. The cracks running down my veins are bursting in the air. The fact of the matter is that you do not care. Thanks for waiting for my fingers to compose this to let my feelings shatter.