I love too deeply.
Willing to hold onto the last thread of hope, no matter how small.
Even if you push me way,
Tell me you hate me,
Ignore me.
There's always going to be that fraction of a chance
that one day maybe you'll come back to me.
And we can go back to how we used to be.
Back to that place where I was happy.
So here I'll wait,
Counting the days until I'm whole agin.

it's so much easier
to act like none of this matters
and to pretend to wear a smile
than to confess
my heart is nearly broken
from losing someone
who was never even mine.

A.M.

I have such a deep appreciation for some people. For the walls they're able to build, for the emotions they're able to conceal. How do they manage keeping everything in while I'm sitting here like a **** dam that has burst, forceful waves of emotion spilling over on all sides. An open book that I'm forcing people to read wether they want to or not. Unable to be shut.

Sometimes we're too much,
and not enough,
for people who are everything,
and nothing at all.

Hemingway said,
There is quite the difference
between kissing goodbye
and kissing goodnight.

I wanted a
"See you later",
but instead got the
"Goodbye".

Steinbeck stated that
Nothing good gets away,
If it's right, it happens.

If that's the case
how did we always end up feeling so
wrong?

Salinger suggested
that after falling in love
you never know
where the hell you are.

This, I can say is true.
Where the hell are we?

Dickens declared that
The truest wisdom
comes from a loving heart.

Yet a heart in love
can sometimes turn out to be
the least wise.

My friend, I think I'll just stick with
Orson Welles' theory:
"We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone."

Anything else is simply illusion.

Even on my darkest days,
I'll always make sure you can see the sun.