And how you ignore my every attempt to see your face,

hear your voice,

feel your tough..

It’s been years,
upon years, of emotional torment

And the thread tied between me and you is severed now


But I can’t help myself but to ask,

Why do you do that?
Why do you consistently show your soul to me in my dreams, only to ignore me, make it obvious you don't want me,

and more than anything

Why do I keep thinking you’ll come back to me?
Do I even want you back?

Sometimes I wonder if all those little quotes about love, loss, heartache, and all the things that make us human are true

How “if you love something, let it go. If it comes back, it was meant to be”.

Thats insane ! That torture!
Thats inhuman to ever make anyone think it’s okay to let another live their life, and you sit patiently for them as yours goes by.

I loved you, very ******* much
I let you go, for many ******* years

But you never came back.

Was it really all my fault?
Did you really need to replace me so quick?

My mind knows now I don't want you,
I don’t need you

But my heart matured slower. It still thinks love is you, it feels that love is only you.

All it remembers was your safety, and feeling that your love was once
You gentleness
Your humor
Your touch

But that came from a boy who still didn’t know how to love someone, did it?


So why does my mind run back to you?

And where are you now?
Where have you gone/
Are you safe?
Are you happy?
Are you in love?

Do you feel the tug and pull on our connection too?

Does my soul drift into your dreams at night?
Do you ignore me then?

Am I still the same hurt, damaged, and unstable girl you met all those years ago?

Why did you ever love me back then, knowing all that I was, all that I’ve been through, why give me hope that I can be loved as I was,

To then turn around and call me crazy..


Our love is a distant memory,
one where the candle is just about the burn out.

All I ask of you, is to please not turn it back on. Let the love die, don’t be curious anymore, and let me cut the string between us.

Leave it up to the universe where our lives take us.

And if we ever meet again, I hope for you to see how healed I’ve become.

I hope our encounter in this world or the next treats us better. How we live out our dreams just as we spoke about all those sweet, naive teenage years ago.

I hope you learn to dream big,

I hope you are well,

This is the last time I will ever dream about you.

Goodbye.