Executing What Never Was,

I feel like the executioner just decapitated my heart. He took it out my chest & put it on the block. But you see, it's okay that he broke my heart in two. The love it had ever felt seemed like a fairytale, a story straight from childhood like 'hickory, dickory dock, the mouse went up the clock'. The love it ever felt, only felt a few. Significantly, it was in it's last stand, last crusade anyways. There was no 'knight in shining armor' to come to it's aid. This is probably why my heart got sold to the executioner's blade. There never was what I thought there was to be & as much as I wanted to deny it before, now I see. It was all once so surreal to my naked eye. I took every word as the honest truth & honored ever bit of it spoken, but turns out my heart was always loving on a lie. This is why I was content that the executioner abolished my heart & it's leftover tokens. He abolished what never was & left it on the block broken.

WORD.