A ladle for every heart I've broken when I've only wanted to heal.
A ladle for every time I've had to shut my heart's doors and tell it no.
A ladle for every time my path has diverged and taken me away from things I could have had.
A ladle for every I'm sorry.
A ladle for all the ridiculous pining that my mind tried to stop but that my heart wouldn't listen.
A ladle for every time I made the right decision and it hurt worse than if I had done what I wanted.
There are no thank you's for doing the right thing. Only the same empty pain of loss and destruction in the path I walk.