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

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!

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.

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

Had we never lov'd sae kindly,
Had we never lov'd sae blindly,
Never met -- or never parted --
we had ne'er been broken-hearted

I won't ever leave you, even though you're always leaving me.