I am dreaming with a broken heart, the waking up is the hardest part.

It’s so easy to sink into that desire of depression, that feeling of pure, unimaginable lack. You only want. It is the only emotion that you have ever felt and that you will ever feel. Now a days whenever i close my eyes and all i can see is that one dream slipping away and the dream is all about you. i can only hang my head, looking at my hands and wish i had done differently.


I find myself wishing I could hold your hand; that I could work up the courage to tell you to hold me like i used to. I wish you’d talk to me, hours of nonsense with no fear for future or purpose.

Every word now is a precious and I want to hold for hours after it has been expressed.

I loved you for you, and in my blank, raw mind. Perhaps that is why it is so much harder to let you go.

Do you know? Do you know how much I would do for you? That even I don’t know... If my sacrifice gives you happiness…. I would help myself in the breaking of my own heart, if it meant keeping you happy.

Oh yes, I can… Some day,