but i've slammed the door to my inner self; if he ever wants to force the lock again, he'll have to use a harder crowbar!

By dint of waiting, he hoped his heart would wear out and stop beating. What other way was there to stop loving someone?

Do you like me?”
No answer.
Silence bounced, fell off his tongue
and sat between us
and clogged my throat.
It slaughtered my trust.
It tore cigarettes out of my mouth.
We exchanged blind words,
and I did not cry,
I did not beg,
but blackness filled my ears,
blackness lunged in my heart,
and something that had been good,
a sort of kindly oxygen,
turned into a gas oven.

I love you, with a love so great that it simply couldn't keep growing inside my heart, but had to leap out and reveal itself in all its magnitude.

To love someone, I have to admire and respect them.

My heart is too thoroughly dried to be broken in a hurry, and I mean to live as long as I can.