I know you are tired so am i, we both suffered but not in vain.
You've shed countless tears and there is no doubt, no woman
loved me as much as you. I tried to be optimistic but i just can't.
We believed what we were doing was right and it was in a way,
but now i see. What we want from what we must do dictate different paths. When i asked you " What do you want from your life?", you simply answered " To be together, happy"
All i do now is stare a blank wall, loneliness followed by the calmness of the night. I try to write something else, joyful, poetic, colorful but i can't. It feels like the pencil in my hand moves by itself and i write about you, for you...
Everything around me seems grey, i sleep to much and when i am not i just lie down thinking, just thinking. Some music to ease my mind, heavy breaths to calm the pain in my chest. All i do is writing, reaching to a dead end.