I'm through with love...

A seagull chirped, and the monotonous, metronomic beat of the tide fell against the sand of which I stood. A breeze lifted my hair, and I stared out into the blue, wondering to myself, that if I could just die right now, everything would probably get better.

At least it wouldn't hurt.

I'll never fall again...

The scalding heat that once brushed its sweet corona against my cheeks was beginning to burn my skin, intensifying the conglomerate of turbulent emotions brewing in my stomach. I looked out into the ocean to spot a small, abandoned boat that drifted along the waves, completely unattached to a mechanism labled, 'self-control.'

Said adieu to love...

Suddenly, a fiery desire to be that stupid boat engulfed me. I needed detachment: To be trapped within my own mind, and completely unaware of everything going on around me. For once in my life, I wasn't scared of the sparks happening within my skull.

Don't ever call again...

The saltwater was soothing against my aching feet.

The boat was getting closer to the shore. Bob up, bob down.

For I must have you, or no one...

I gave the epitome of perfection one last aching glare and turned around to leave. My soul represented a stained glass window someone had driven their truck right through. If anything was detached, it was my soul.

And so I'm through with love.