I now know dreams
are made out of glass
because,
when you dropped me,
I watched all of mine
shatter

I cant look at our pictures

and be happy for what we had.

I look at our pictures,

and just get desperately sad.

desperately sad
for its all in the past.
desperately sad
for what we'll never
  have

i stopped
breathing
and my
soul
left my
body
but my
ghost
is still
here
and refuses
to leave

I think I fall under the category of
The Hopeless Romantic
And the thing about about me,
The  tricky  thing of
hopeless romantics
Is that,
when I say hello to someone,
(And that hello is magical )
When I fall in love
I never  Imagine that
That  Hello can turn into a good bye
And when I have a first kiss with someone
I never  ever  imagine that someday
That could turn into a last kiss.