only love can hurt like this

iii.

there had been talks about a girl who walked around with a static heart, among surgeons who wanted to tear it apart, their small town could use this a piece like this. january first, they carved it out of my chest, cracked it wide open only to find your name underneath it all, your name in the broken pieces, your name in the pitch-black labyrinth. your love had birthed art, you see? a once in a lifetime masterpiece, a sculpture titled ‘only love can hurt like this’. today, it was displayed in a metal glass box, protecting it only after it had scarred, in the museum built for the lovers and the broken ones to watch. oh how they admire pieces of me, for loving you till it wore me down to nothing, was it love?

[what is love?]

[my heart only ever beats out of my chest]

(part three of four)

~V