I Am Single Again

I ripped apart the rose he left when he left me. I guess it resembles all of the pieces of my broken heart. I just vacuumed too smh. I won't pick them up until they are withered and crumbled, crispy and walked all over. I loved him. I know it's silly but I guess instead of crying I have to do other silly things. The rose, red, was my heart and like many others have, I choose to walk all over it breaking it further in hopes one day I can clean up the pieces. Until that day, my heart will stay on this floor....