"People always leave." - Peyton Sawyer, One Tree Hill

And sometimes they take you with them too.

The worst kind of people you can lose are the ones losing whom seems like losing yourself too.

What kind of love is this
that can neither be expressed
nor remain hidden?
What kind of love is this
that no matter how hard I repress
still overflows in my veins?
What kind of love is this
that demands nothing
but knows only to give?
What kind of love is this
that tears apart my heart
every time we say goodbye?
What kind of love is this
that makes this heart quiver
even at the thought of a time
when you will not be there in my life?
What kind of love is this
that won’t let me feel anything
else for you except this
irrevocable, unconditional love?
What kind of love is this
that has no destination
but still goes on aimlessly?

You
the light
to my dark
the sun
to my moon
the exception
to all my rules

You
the miracle
I never expected from life.

I don’t know
what to do with this new-found grief-
the one I thought I was over and done with.

I am trying to shove it deep inside me
so no one can know of its existence
but I also know from experience
you can’t run or hide from grief.

The only way to get through it-
is to embrace it.

I wanted to write
something
"happy"
So here you go...