Stop You broke my heart But not completely The shattered pieces lay scattered on the ground I can hear the phone, see the message I dream of you coming back to me Every night I lay awake thinking of your face Imagining what I would do if I saw you Then dreams filled with you occupy the spaces between thought The pain of broken love still has hope. I request you to tell me You don’t love me You don’t think of me You don’t need me or want me Please crush my heart to dust so it can fly away I can’t heal with these shards “I need you to stop contacting me” Through the pain is release. If you have writing you would like to share, send it to news@gaynz.com Anon - 19th March 2013