The heart is such a delicate thing. One wrong move and it can be smashed into oblivion. One wrong move and you could find yourself spiralling into a world full of ones own depression and loneliness.

I had such feelings at one point. Such destructive and earth shattering feelings which almost ended me. Almost ended everything!

My ex-lover being the one that caused this. This pain. This gut wrenching pain.

He had my everything: my love, my devotion, my heart.

God, I shouldn't have trusted a child with these raw feelings. He was so utterly unobservant of what he did to me, what he did to my mind and body.

He had it all. But he became so careless with everything, it's as if he didn't even care anymore. Not about me, not about anyone.

It's as if he just gave up, completely!

I tried everything in my power to bring him back: I caressed, I showered him with kisses, I embraced him, I even did the deed under his warm sheets which was imprinted with his delectable scent. But no matter what I did, nothing worked.

Everything that he used to love wasn't even in the slightest pleasing him anymore.

His smile became no more. He just wasn't living.

I remember that day when he walked out on me and said he would never return; that's the day my heart ran away, that's the day my life came to a complete halt.

I had now became absorbed with watching chick flicks and eating ben and Jerry's ice cream, whilst crying puddles of tears upon the silk sheets of my bed.  Scrunched up tissues littered the floor and my surrounding area as i poured my hearts contents out onto the small white sheets. Every little feeling i ever felt was now on these little sheets, for all the world to see. I remember screaming at the tv whilst throwing these little balls of memories at it, shouting at the girl that she will never get the man or that he's lying.

Men. Their complete and utter liars?!

I remember the sleepless nights where all I would do is cry and cry. My hearts pieces being ripped out little by little.

That is until one day it just stopped. The tears, the feelings, the heartbreak. It just all stopped.

I just sat motionless on my bed. Bags under my eyes, a scorned heart. I had became just like him, heartless.

A knock resonated from my wooden door.

I didn't say anything, I just slightly moved my head to stare at the run down door.

Another knock.

I didn't respond.

The door suddenly swung open. Making a loud thud upon impact with the wall.

And guess who was behind the door, it was him.

After all the tears and all the screaming in pain, he finally shows up on my doorstep. However, he's too late.

My heart no longer beats the same rhythm as it did before. My smile is no longer real but rather forced. My mind is no longer full, it's now empty.

My heart and soul is now dispersed amongst these small crumpled pieces of paper, for him to see. For him to realise what he did to me; the pain, the agony, the heartbreak.

Like I said, the hearts a very delicate thing. One wrong move and it can be smashed into oblivion.