I’m done;
With life.
With everything.
And I’m stuck.
Feeling everything

you don’t just make her cry and hurt inside,

you make her scream at the pain of her own hands.

while we rest, our minds infuse with magnificent visuals.

are these wonders of what we desire,

or are they futures to be revealed?

for the free spirit can merely ponder of how sensational our dreams are the following wake

drowning in my own thoughts. fighting my own mind to understand.

he held his eyes open during the night to listen to each word she could possibly say

he awoke early to hear her voice before another person had the chance

he did all things in his power to retain her happiness

and she over looked it

now he can go hours without speaking

while she can weep for days

. . .

she walks through the halls with a smile

she even speaks with ease

but her remains still shake at the sound of your name

gasping for air to breathe, she apologized.

with his face in his hands, he forgave her again.