1. Breathe in. As if all the pieces of your heart were still glued together allowing your lungs to transport the oxygen to all of your cells .
2. Breathe out. As if you were still whole and those breaths wouldn't tear the pieces of your heart back apart, no matter how hard you try to keep them together.
3. Repeat. As if you weren't going to lose small pieces of him with every single breath and that wouldn't break your heart even worse.
Easy... Right? You've been doing this since you were born. You should be an expert in breathing. Then how come it seems so hard to inhale and exhale with every single minute that goes by? Why can't you just leave it behind? Who would've said it was going to be this fuckin' difficult to let go? Would you have fallen in love with him knowing how that was going to end? Yes, you probably would have. And you probably would have held on even tighter. If that is even possible.
You still love him. No matter how many lies you tell yourself. No matter how many times you've tried to get him out of your head.
You'd think that by all the times you have shot him in your head he should already be dead in your heart by now. But he isn't. He's either eternal or you've never aimed any vital piece of the fortress he built in your heart. Somehow he survived every tentative of you removing him from your heart.
Every Goddamn time you said you were over him it was a fucking lie. Just like he lied to you with every "I love you", with every "forever". You lie to yourself again every morning just to be able to get out of your bed. After the last time you slept together, the last time you saw him, you were unable to sleep in your own bed for a week. You slept on the couch like you were a guest in your own house.
You love him. You know you do. And in your crazy mind you are still imagining that one day you'll get back together, even though you are well aware of the fact that something like that is nearly impossible.
After the last time you spend the night together you started feeling so sick you were scared you got pregnant. You didn't wanted to see him ever again but at the same time you wanted to run back into his arms, as long as he had a small space for you as well.
You're so pathetic. How can you still love him after everything that happenned between the two of you?
How the fuck do you still love the person that hurt you the most? On the other hand who should teach you how to let him go for good?
("As easy as my heart breaks")