My heart bleeds,
But this is not a virus.
The aching wound drips
Pain on my papyrus.
She has brought a ram to our collective memory,
Like a wrecking ball, smashing apart shared moments
And exposing my vulnerabilities.
My passion’s open source
Shall no more remain exposed
Lest further piercing damage
Should destroy the mainframe.
The time has come to hibernate
To shut these feelings off.
If not a full reboot, then
A pause.
Some time to reflect, and
Avoid Romantic ideals.
To dodge further pain and a
Potentially fatal shut down.
