Second Chances Never Come

I know it's all over, but something in me doesn't want to give it up. Perhaps it was all over those years ago.

I don't exaggerate when I say it hurts so much. On some days, it's easier to pretend that it isn't there. On other days, it's the only thing that's there. I've done everything to drown out the noise - that breaking of the heart that sounds so much like some iceberg crashing, but I still hear it. And there's this little quiet voice in my head telling me that I know what to do to end that pain. I've fought that voice once, and I can do it again. God knows that path is only the most temporary of solutions.

I wish I knew a way to trade this heart in for a new one. I want one of steel. That way, I won't care, I won't hurt. Not loving anymore might just be a small price to pay.

I think I've learnt the hard way that love isn't everything after all.