Song of the Heart
I made a song. A song for you. A song that wasn't for anyone else. It wanted it to be our little secret. I wanted it to be our little connection. The red string of fate. The melody that united us. The melody that allowed you to touch my heart. That heart that longed for you. That heart that you had taken over. That heart that you broke apart. That heart which you crushed with your own hands.
It is yours.
It still beats.
It beats with my love.
My love for you.
Why did you leave? Why did you abandon me? How could you do this to me? To the one who handed her soul to you. How could you be so selfish? How could you take the hand of salvation before me? Salvation? Is that what it was? At the very end, were you happy? Were you smiling? Were you glad that you wouldn't see me anymore? Were you glad to get rid of me?
You were, weren't you?
I couldn't reach you in the end. I didn't matter in the end. All my hard work. All my crying nights. All the tears that drenched my pillow. All the scars that you reopened. All the days where I longed for you. They were meaningless. Meaningless. Meaningless. Meaningless.
The song I made for you. The song I made for you and no one else.
The melody of my heart.
You weren't there to listen to it anymore.
I couldn't make it in time.
Please forgive me.
I love you.