Everybody should love at least once in their life.
Finding your soul mate is hard. Sometimes it doesn’t happen.
Love’s not meant to last for everyone.
Everyone should have the chance to love…
At least once, even if it’s just for a minute.
Everyone should know that feeling - The feeling where nothing else matters. Where you’re world is nothing but the person you’re embracing. Where you are more fulfilled then you’ve ever been.
When that feeling stops sporadically existing, and it becomes part of every breath you take, that’s when you’ve found the person you’re meant to be with.
That’s when you start the rest of your life.
“Am I going to start the rest of my life today?”
I ask myself that question every time time I wake up.
I guess it’s not really up to me though, is it?
I don’t sleep.
In bed… Without you…
I’ve found comfort in rolling over.
I’ve found comfort in hogging the covers.
I’ve found comfort in waking up for water.
I’ve found comfort in looking at the time.
I’ve found comfort greater than when I was with you.
I’ve found comfort stronger than when I was with you.
I’ve found comfort more meaningful than when I was you.
I’ve found comfort in your absence on my pillow.
I’ve found comfort in myself.
I used to be a part of you.
Or at least, you were a part of me.
I watch old behaviors resurface.
Old mannerisms reappear.
Feelings I felt, I no longer feel.
Moments I loved,
I now cannot stand.
What is real? And what is not?
Can you define a lie?
I can define a lie.
One that lasted for months.
Someone I dreamt of is now someone I dread.
I am cold.
I am nothing but cold.
But, I’m stronger than you.
We both know that.
It’s clear that I’m broken.
But, see, you’re broken more.
Love is overrated.
You were overrated.
Dreams become nightmares.
Blue skies appear gray.
My window reflects nothing.
Outside, lies nothing.
Inside, lies less.
Everything haunts me.
The thought of you haunts me.
Even Lovers Change…
But Memories Do Not.
I sit here and I choke on my thoughts.
I sit here and I fumble in my words.
I’m holding on to nothing.
And I cannot release it.
They all have me trapped.
How is it possible to more forward but feel backward?
I crave more.
I crave feeling.
Feelings don’t pause to think.
Emotions don’t chose their victims.
It is obvious that the crave is guilty of my sins.
I hate the crave.
The crave is killing me.
But, I need the crave.
For the moment, it is the crave that is keeping me alive.
It is the crave that keeps me searching.