This list gets long
Everything I am not
Listed below
I'm not your world
I'm not your heart
I'm not your soul
I'm not your perfect little demon
I'm not your the man you need
I'm not your the best decision you can make
I'm not your altar
I'm not your reason to smile
I'm not your reason to laugh
I'm not your dream man
I'm not your pillow
I'm not your kleenex tissue
I'm not your castle walls
I'm not your safety vault
I'm not your cushioned landing pad
I'm not your 911 operator
I'm not your saviour
I'm not going to make this any longer
You get the point
I'm not your anything anymore
That's basically everything I am not
Everything I am though is a different story
I'm hers
And her name alone sends chills down my spine
As it rolls off my tongue
Sadly she is not mine...yet
One day though
I will make her happier than any one has ever dreamed
Happier than she could possibly imagine
I will show her the true meaning of love
Even though my heart feels dead
But only when I'm not talking to her
<3

why is it that everything about heartbreak
sounds like a cliche

heartbreak is not cliche
it is different for everybody
it is the most personal thing
and the most painful

it demands  time
and space
and respect

it effects each person
so differently, so
profoundly,
and while only those
who have experienced
it can claim to understand,
even they cannot claim
to understand fully

or maybe people are just
so self centered, inherently,
that each assumes her
heartbreak to be the
deepest.
and how lonely it is
to be experiencing more
pain than all those surrounding
you.

just the sort of heart-wrenching
loneliness one wants
to wallow in
in times of heartbreak

You stare down empty corridors
Filled with memories
Of a desolate past
Broken mirrors lay on the floor
Hearts rotting and decaying
The true essance of life
Destroyed in seconds
How many chapters can an author write
Before realizing it is time to end the story
How many scars on a persons wrist can one have
Before realizing it is time to end their life

Life is a book filled with struggles and perils
But how many people have died in this book
How many were writing their story
Before they stared down the corridors
Of empty rooms and broken dreams
The final chapter everyone is literally dying to write
I don't know when I will write mine
But the final words are already written



Goodbye, I love you.