The universe is throwing things in this general direction that continually serve to illustrate one point, and one point only – my heart is to be kept under glass like a Victorian curiosity under a hand-blown cloche from Denmark.
How did I ever believe any of the lies that issued forth from your lips like car exhaust from a bumper to bumper in a mid-July heatwave? I suppose it was for the sake of wanting to believe that nobody could be so evil. Or at least nobody that I could love would be so evil.
Tell me, oh vast universe, how do I even begin to move forward into love again? So many would say, “This is only making you stronger, so you can make better decisions for yourself”. I would say that it has hardened me to the point where ain’t nobody gonna get a piece of my homemade apple pie again. They’ll have to settle for a slightly cardboard flavored store bought facsimile.