To thine own heart; why will you not break free?
I beg of you, please disperse all feelings for the one who still holds you; ever bleeding, ever beating.
Move on- I implore!
To remain in such a state will ensure a predemise of either my own hand or that of another.
Coward! Doth it still plague thine thoughts for nothing more?
The cold wind, the cold bed. How long must you digress!?
To wake me in the moment when the heavens still court the night with thoughts of him.
Please, I beg of you- refrain from permeating thine own flesh with the knife of one's own sorrow.
'Ere you beat the next year, please, I beg of you, to you!
Disperse all thoughts that entangle you in a net of hope and love, for thy net is an entrapment of false hope and prayers.
Courtesy shown, depart all thoughts of him for a better life for all!
I cannot deny what you still feel, beating there; bleeding there...
But courtesy shown, Disperse! Disperse...disperse...
'Tis much I wish to convey...to inquire, to say.
However, circumstances standing, my life and my heart will not allow it. Though it still bleeds and beats for him, it will not let go.
Wherefore art thou one? Why must it still lament, why must it still cry for him?
For anything... It will know no peace I fear, unless what has happened can be repaired, and it will be whole again...but such will never know the breath of reality.
The melancholy that plagues thine breast replaces the heart that was once its occupant.
That is to say, my heart will forever lament and cry in agonizing sorrow. It's futile to resist, I know.
To try and find another...to try and forget, to love another as such...never...
To express the emptiness thine breast compiles would forever lead to solemn death and despair.
Do forgive me, my love. Do forgive me, and banish me to the depths of darkness in hopes that my heart shall cease to beat...