The broken tears won't stop falling.
They're like a hot and endless river running down my face.
He's doing it again. He's breaking my heart all over again.
He asked me to get out and he said it like I was nothing. Like I was trash he can't wait to kick out.
"Let go of me, Adam!" I scream with my words, my voice thick with tears.
But it's all a desperate, pathetic lie.
Every part of me is screaming for the exact opposite, for his arms to lock around me and never, ever let me go again.
I try to push his arm from my waist, but my hands are shaking too badly.
“Just let me go!" I cry again, the fight draining out of me, leaving only this crushing pain of his rejection.
His arm doesn't just hold me; it tightens firmer around me like a cage, pulling me back against his chest.
I can
