when we broke up

I walk to my room and practically fall onto the bed. A million tiny shards of glass pierce my heart, and there’s nothing I can do to prevent myself from screaming in pain. So I do; and when it’s over my hand is covered in blood and I’m holding a razor blade, not knowing how it got between my fingertips. The blood trickles onto the floor and I bend down to the ground. With the blood as my ink I use my finger to write the word that best describes heartbreak on the floor: her.