And so, it is with a broken heart that I say goodbye to you. All of your lying words and the ones sparkled with sweet wisps of love. I do not expect to ever have you dream of me again. But, perhaps, this parting is only a small bitter taste of what is yet to come. Perhaps somewhere in the far reach of tomorrow’s tomorrow, we will both come to realize that grasping each other tightly was not right for the strength in our arms. And, though our legs did intertwine and your long lost heart was once mine, I think cruel time has torn us anxiously apart. I will not mock apathy and partake in its frigid features, but I will not crumble with the frail naivety of overstressed emotion. I will relish this moment and crave your words with the desperation of one who has realized she has lost once more. I once told myself there is never a lost love, and my heart etches the words deep into my mind with the sting of passion, but a passion that no longer burns for you.
(via sleepingisfun)
