I am thinking about dividing my

heart in two parts, one isn’t

enough and the two might grow

independent, complete, on their own.

I would have more

capacity for giving. Secrets

are bursting out of you like

pimples, secrets that

won’t stay buried anymore,

bubbling up to the surface.

It’s very hard to love you

now when you betray me

everyday.

by Cher Bibler