Say it.

Rub it in, rub it into my skin, let it seep like a burning balm into my bones. Tell me more about what I cannot stand to hear. I know I hate to hear it and I'll need some time alone to let the pain numb me later, but I need you to break my heart because I can't do it myself. Only when the cracks on the walls of the heart stretch further and you put more pressure on the fault lines and the heart expands, balloons, will it finally break apart. It can't be rebuilt without first being broken. So break it. Continue to tell me the things that kill me bit my bit. I love being around you, so I force myself down, take in the lovely poison that's welling up in my heart, a black pool. More. More poison. Enough to break this dam.