Heartbreak, Heartbreak, oh good fucking, faltered, hearts all. I am undone, and my sighs and pangs of pressure, and pain upon my chest are intolerable. I keep looking away, and distracting my view from that reminder of my terrible loss, but it continues to make it's way, front and center. I stiffen my back, my lips, I gird myself for it's impact, and still I cannot endure. Endure, feh! Endure! How convenient it is to request endurance! I am slighted, and what's worse I've slighted myself.

I gave her up, after all I "endured"...

Now her fluttering lashes, and butterfly kisses are distributed upon another. The letters of amorous intent, "L" and "V" and Oh's and Ah's I cannot think on this. It sickens me.

I am sickened, or merely sick. My mind and body, a smoldering wreck, a plain of blight and devastation. If only it were so! If only I were in such an epic state of utter disrepair, and indeed needed, so as to evoke fear, horror, and misery at my very downfall! I ask for nothing less than this in the hearts of all who's eyes fall upon my words!
Despair, and come undone! Writhe with me, oh ye wretched souls of kind, and alike. All are such that this is inevitable.

Know me and despair!