Earthquake

I won't stop dying

My heart won't stop dying. How could she do this to me? How could she hurt me like this

I wanted to tell her how much I hated her. How much I hated her for doing this to me. But I couldn't. The words never came. They stuck in my throat. Lost. Forever.

"Frank. I'm sorry."

She whispered the words. They seemed so tiny. She seem so tiny. The chair was so big and she was so small. Delicate. Fragile.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

She seemed so desperate for forgiveness.

"Why are you sorry? You don't love me."

My words sounded so harsh. I didn't mean for them to, but they did. They made her body tense in response.

"Frank..."

She trailed off, unsure of how to continue.

"I lied. I'm sorry."

She lied? Why would she lie to me?

I should be happy. Happy that she lied about not loving me. But I wasn't. She lied to me.
That hurt.

"I'm sorry Frankie."

"Stop saying that!"

She looked hurt, but didn't say anything.

"How do I know that's not another lie?"

I spat the words at her angrily. She looked like she was on the verge of tears.

"You don't," she said as she stood up.

I watched her back as she walked out of the door of the hospital room. She disappeared down the hallway. Gone.

I'll keep on crying