'how are you?'

'well, right now, im actually dying...'

'What do you have?'*

'It's not what i have, it's what i don't.'

article
after
article

on how to get over you

now im reading

aritcle
after
article

on how to get you back

even though
when i told you how i feel
i got nothing
in return

it says to be happy to get you back
but
to be happy is to have you back

i will always love you
but im so tired of mourning you
like your dead
so im doing it,
this time im doing it for me
not because i believe that you will
be happier if i move on
but
because i know that i'll be happier
if i move on...
im sorry,
but i cant do this anymore
Love, its been a year
and sadly,
its so clear that you feel nothing for me
so
this
is
goodbye
to us
as a couple
and hello to
our friendship

Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.

Whatever happened to the moments
we lived for
the moments we lived from
electrifying lives
currents of passion
high voltage that knew no resistance

what do I have to do?
to feel the surge
to feel the spark
to feel alive again?

Is it in the tomes?
Is it in the songs?
Do the muses hold it in the walls?
Is it inside of me?

Searching for the switch
to send me back to passion
To make me feel charged again
to make me feel in charge again