We ended everything last night, it was like my entire world had imploded. I watched the sun slip out of view as the words crossed your mind and then flew from your lips, like knives or bullets. There they were, laid out, pressed through my chest. Then later that night as I turned on music, tried to lay myself to sleep, I heard the song you once played for me. I broke down, I'm broken. I think, at this point, as cliche as it sounds, I should come with a warning label attached to me.