~BlackDayfly

Every person that I fall in love with takes a place in my heart. As he enteres my heart he gets that place full and when he leaves he leaves it empty. A hollow. Nobody else can fill it again. Because the wound of love can only be cured by the very one who made it. However, the one who did it would never come back to cure it. We let other people to our hearts and give them pieces of our hearts as well. As they go away they take those pieces with them... I have shared-out all my heart and somethimes I feel I have nothing to to give to you. My heart is now like a hole holding itself on the edges of my whilom heart. Those egdes belong to persons the leaving of whose would mean fadeaway of me...