I wish that having a terrible day,
a terrible night,
crying twice,
and missing you
would qualify as need enough
to break the silence,
halt the process,
and disobey our laws.

I wish that I didn't conform,
that I was brave,
and that I did what I want.

But the sanity I cling to
is that you would be the same.
Patterns repeat.
I've witnessed my share,
and though your words break me,
They are only words.

My eyes don't haunt forever.
Repetition takes the victory.
Happily ever after is only for the movies
we held each other through.