She left her heart on the floor in front of you that day.

The day you decided not to love her.

The day you decided your life was better without her in it.

The day you looked at her heart on the floor, looked her in eye, and turned around and walked away.

She left herself there too, because home is where the heart is and you decided you didn’t want to be her home anymore.

She left her lungs, and with them her air.

She didn’t know how to breathe anymore, and the worst part..

The worst part was that you walked away with your heart in your chest, and lungs that still took in air, and eyes that weren’t broken.

You left with eyes that were relieved you didn’t love her anymore.