Gone

I love how I just don't think about you anymore.
You barely even cross my mind.

It's so much easier that way.

Fine Line

It's so strange seeing the fine line that separates what things once were, and what things are now. It's like that past, everything before the line, is in black and white. Those imagines of you catching me as I ran to you after so long, your warm embrace and that smell of your cologne, are suddenly now slightly blurred, in black and white, like an old 1950's movie. The ones we call classic, when at the time simply seemed a part of everyday life. In black and white, I see what we once were. The love that we once shared. And now, in neon blinding lights, my reality is being shown to me. This strange, unfamiliar reality that I must now get used to and somehow understand. The light is so blinding, so bright. It's hurting my eyes and burning up the last slivers of my heart and soul. How do I deal with this? The fine line is like a blade, hurting me, slowly ripping through my skin. Making me cry out in pain and making me feel weak. All I can see is the bloodshed, the emotion spilling out, threatening to destroy me completely.

Perfect Things

The only perfect things in life are classical music, roses and the rain.

I Wonder

I wonder if you've forgotten
I wonder if you think of me
I wonder if it's different
I wonder if you feel hollow like me
I wonder.

I wonder if I can forget too
I wonder if I'll stop thinking about you
I wonder if it'll change
I wonder if the hollow feeling will dissapear
I wonder.

I wonder if you miss love
I wonder if you even recognise it anymore
I wonder if you're hurting
I wonder if you're wounded
I wonder.

I wonder if I'll miss love
I wonder if I'll learn to recognise it
I wonder when I'll stop hurting
I wonder when my wounds will heal
I wonder.

I wonder if thats all we have
I wonder if thats all we'll get
I wonder if love will strike again
I wonder if we'll notice
I wonder,
I wonder.

Love Shall Never Die

Just move on, he's not worth your tears,
Don't cry yourself to sleep, get over your fears,
Sing yourself a lullaby, under the many stars,
Just let it go, forget it all, don't hold it in your heart.

Don't let him win, leaving you to drown,
Perk up a bit, no need to see you frown,
Walk away for now, don't wear your heart on your sleeve,
It'll all work out, just take a moment to breathe.

The clouds means nothing, if you learn to love the rain,
They'll wash away your heartache, your innocence, your pain,
Nothing is real, under the bright burning sun,
Turn yourself towards the place where new love has begun.

Hold yourself together, don't you dare fall apart,
Nothing is forever, to know, you must be smart,
Pain is just a proccess, growing weaker over time,
If it's all too much to handle, then stop, close your eyes.

At the end of it all, you'll find yourself again,
Your heart will be stronger, you'll know what's what and when,
You'll be laughing and smiling, with that spark in your eye,
Not everything lasts forever, but love shall never die.

Tears Of Truth

You lied
About love
You lied
About loving me.
You cried
Tears of truth
I believed them
I believed you.
You wrote once
A love letter
With promises
Mixed with twisted pain.
Slowly your fingers
Moved over black and white keys
A song you sang
That felt real to me.
You then gave up
You then gave in
Leaving me behind alone
With nothing but truth.
Now you are nothing
Someone I can't stand
To never be mentioned
In the back of my head
So run along now
To your other love believer
Break her heart and soul
Then we'll be even.

All We've Got

Sometimes nothing is all we've got. And we're expected to do something with that nothing. We're expected to turn it into something different and somehow valuable, to turn it into a lesson of sorts. We're expected to succeed, and finish the assignment given in these unwritten rules.
But what if you can't? What if that nothing is just darkness? Or a disregarded paper that was thrown our from the day before? What if we can't do anything with that nothing?
What if it breaks us, and slowly turtures us from the inside?
Till not a trace of life is left inside you.
It'll take everything.
Steal your heart, steal your soul.

I hate this.
This feeling, this empty, black, nothingness feeling. It's creeping from every direction, making me clench my fists. Making me shriek in silence, lie in fear. It's so terrible feeling this hollow. Like pieces of me were given away for good. I want those pieces of myself back. Please, just give them back to me. Let me at least, somehow feel less broken. Not whole, but nothing crushed. I just feel crushed.
And I hate it so much.