It's called heart break. A well known sickness that's everyone's prey. I broken heart that keeps being broken is no longer a "broken heart" soon it'll be a broken soul. I am the broken soul. I've been broken for more years then I've lived. I've been sad for more months then I can count. I've cried more tears of sorrow then breathes while taking a jog on a foggy summer night. Always bit off more then I can chew. Always done the wrong things. I'm a disappointment to myself. I betrayed not just him but me. And the betrayal wasn't even worth a particle of dust in the wind, waiting to land on a steady river bend leading to the wide ocean.