Murderer

Sometimes doing the right thing is the hardest thing to do.

I had to make a really hard decision this week.

I had to crush someone's heart. 

I felt it was the right decision.

I feel peace about it.

So then why do I feel like a murderer?

Someone gave me their heart.

I thought someone loved me.

I thought someone trusted me.

And I had to try to shove his heart back into his chest without breaking it,

which is much harder than it sounds.

I didn't want to break his heart.

I didn't want to break mine.

But I had to.

We are too young.

We both need some growing up to do.

A few more heartbreaks to get us toughened up.

A few more high school crushes to crush us.

Sometimes it takes a heart dying to realize you need to be more careful with it.

I just wish I didn't have to be the one to destroy his.