Dear J,

Loving you was almost as bitter as the taste of the darkest coffee. You grounded up pieces of my heart to pour into your cup, drinking it as if it meant nothing to you that I was bleeding for you. The love that I had thought we shared was strong enough for me to sacrifice my own breath for you. I believed you when you said you loved me. What I hadn't realized was that you were a rose in a bush of thorns. You grew a barrier around yourself allowing no one to hurt you. Disregarding the fact that you had the power to hurt the one you swore your love for could lift mountains. All it lifted was mistrust and misery from the heartbreak you'll never know was produced by your pain.