Each night, looking at your picture I wish so hard that u would come back, turn around, and say something. That u miss me, or love me, or that u’re sorry. Just something. Anything, to fill this emptiness. This deep-down sinister quietness. The fear I feel of myself.
I run away from nothing but my own heart. Run away from my own love. That which I daringly denied. I wonder if u want me like I want you, whether u need me like I need you. Or am I standing still with you passing me by.
Every inch of my being tries to reach out for you. Every movie, every song, each and every fleeting moment emphasizes the broken-down me. I’ve come undone, entirely undone. In mind and soul. I run away, hide and pretend that I’m strong yet inside I know I’m crumbling down. Falling apart. If tears were worth a penny each, you would find wealth to last a lifetime, in me. Each tear I shed, in each one an eternity’s worth of where I keep u within me.....
