Pieces of heart

My heart was whole,
till I met you.
You've torn it apart,
again and again.

When I contacted you,
it is not because,
I am desperate,
not because,
I like bugging you,
not because,
I like clinging to you 24/7,
not because,
I am a fool.

It is simply because,
I miss you,
is because,
I need to hear from you,
is because,
I am curious of what you are doing.

But,
you have given me false hope,
killing my heart,
breaking it to pieces,
when I found out the truth.

If only you can see through my heart,
and calculate those times you belong there,
experience those time I lost thinking of you.

It shall all stop from here henceforth.
Your treatments left a scar on my heart.
Your responses awaken me like a slap on the face.
I have enough of your empty talks,
endless so-called 'friendship'.

Sometimes I fear that this broken heart of mine cannot be healed,
because of you,
who has dominated it,
scared it,
and hurt it...

But,
Don't worry.
One day,
these pieces of heart that is still left will be healed.
Life will move on,
it has already move on.
Because,
I am letting you go...

Goodbye.
(Dedicated to a friend in pain)