My heart is blue. Not because it is prone to grief, or melancholy, but because it has been beaten up to a pulp. My heart is in pieces. Not because it is so ridged, or brittle, that it keeps getting broken, but because it is a maximum security prison. An illegal detention facility.

My heart is a prison where you get sentenced to life, without a fair trial. Most of the time, without even having to deserve it. It is never due to your vices or virtues that you end up there. It is always due to sheer luck. Simply by being in the wrong place at the wrong time, or running into the wrong person, you can earn yourself a life sentence to this prison. My heart.

In my heart there is no parole or early release. If you are there, you will stay there, until I die; and the prison walls collapse and decay away. However, there is one way to get out. This way, has been how everyone who has ever been in my heart, has gotten out.

Considering that this penitentiary is a one prisoner at a time facility, the prisoner must make it out, before the tyrant government, that is my mind, even thinks about taking another prisoner. That is because, recovering from those prison breaks have been so costly. My government has even considered shutting down the whole facility once and for all. I have considered it several times.

The reason why, those prison breaks have been so costly is the same reason that my heart is in pieces right now. It is because, the only way to make it out, is to tear your way out! You must concentrate all your power into one devastating strike, and create a vast wound, through which you can escape from my heart. Once that happens, the wound is welded back together with boiling lava tears. Then, all I have to remember that person by is a scare.

I do not write these words to seek anyone’s sympathy or empathy. Even though, I realize, it seems like it. A lot! The reason I write these words, however, is because there is a new prisoner. She hasn’t been there for long. She hasn’t even settled in. Furthermore, I do not write these word to seek her pity, or to cry her into reciprocating my feelings.

I write these words to you my dear, simply to explain to you, where you are, and how to get out!