Now that you have seen how I need my solitude to escape bustle and burden of everyday life and how I need my silence to escape these deafening crowds, how I take refuge behind this impenetrable heart of stone, am I still easy to love?
Like water, love cycles through you and I, and every corner of this world. It's always flowing, always adapting, always transforming- where would we be without it?
I wish I never had to say goodbye and I wish our goodnights weren't stretched across the world. I do not wish for many things but I wish you to be the first and last face I see each and every day.
Alone again on this summer night. No emotions this evening, not even any thoughts or sensations. The ambience consumes me as I give into the abating ambience. There will be no dreams tonight, but also no fear.
Are you hoping they will come back or say they miss you? Are you hoping they will wipe away all those tears and scars they left upon you? Are you sure you are not wishful thinking? That they have not thought about you since and have gone the farthest they could from you?
Take care of yourself- no matter how little my words mean to you now or how second of a thought I am to you now, if a thought at all. I meant every word that I said.
Solitude is calling to me again. She calls to me on those dire nights and I always answer her siren song. She knows when I am drained, detached or drowning and will lift me from the depths in my time of need.
The ache of another night realizing that these two hearts do not beat for one another. The pain of another morning yearning to wake up next to someone who cares.
If your pillow had a voice, what stories could it tell? Would it tell the tale of love and loneliness, of laughter and lust, of heartbreak and happiness, or sadness and solitude?
I hate the way your face reminds me of a simpler time- a collection of distant yet unforgotten memories. To this day I am left asking myself: how could such a sublime smile evoke such pain? How can such innocent eyes conjure such betrayal? Whenever I see your face, I can't help but wonder what could have been.
It is time to accept that you are not coming back. It is for the best- I would not accept you. What betrays me once will surely betray me twice and as many times as it needs to.
Where is my peace after burning your name and all the memories it held? Where is my peace after drowning the love that still remained? After all that's said and done, where is my peace of mind? Where is my peace?
Stay in my life with purpose or leave and take your dubiety with you. Life is too short for games, and half-assed attempts and platitudes. I want meaning, I want passion, I want the one.