You

I've waited too long for you. I've wasted hours of life for you. I need too get a life seriously. Leave you behind and never look back. Start out fresh and new, with you as just a memory and nothing more.

we are all monsters deep down inside.

Her reflection in the mirror was more than her tears strolling down her cheeks. It was fear of being locked up. The cage was no more but a mere bed, candles books and a luminescent blue ball. The Monster was in love with her. Her beauty was unexplainable. Her eyes gleamed blue light that would laugh and dance when you laid your eyes upon hers. Her smile could warm up a freezing cold room in seconds. Made your insides bubble in excitement and joy. It made the Monster feel like he was not a monster but a human with feelings. Those tickled pink cheeks made her look delicate almost fragile like a china doll. Her long red hair had curls evenly symmetrical. They were smooth and shiny; you could weave pure silk from it. She was the sun in the day and the moon in the evening. You simply couldn't live without her. The Monster had to have her. He trapped her. Took her wings and placed them in the luminescent blue ball. Her freedom was gone. She was trapped and everyday all she did was stare at the ball that secured her freedom away from her. To her the Monster was the devil of the earth. He was grotesque, unbearable to look at. He had scaly skin. Half his face was burnt. The flesh that grew over it had boils and white puffy skin. His eyes dark as coal. Afraid to look in them, it might suck away life. A smile that has been broken for years. And a soul that did not live anymore. He had no freedom from his own body. So he took away hers. Now he has all they beauty in the world right in the palm of his hands. That made him free...

Love has a subtle meaning

"It will have blood; they say, that blood will have blood."

-Macbeth

Friendship is more than i ever hoped for.

The night dawns forever more. My sleep is unsettled, as i lay in my bed waiting for your call. I cannot reckon the thoughts in my head, what is going on in your unseen mind? Perhaps you are planning something? Your politeness after a raging argument between each other does not seem to collide. In turn has guilt caught up to you? Do you pity my loss in reality and you are convinced to help me? Forever more you are a book with no words. The night's dawn is beginning to end. And I'm still waiting for you call.

Every feeling stings the heart

When I sleep, I never feel rested.
When I eat, I can't taste anything.
When I smile, I feel sad.
When I read, the words don't make a picture.
When I play, the song does not come.
When I run, I can't run away.

When I breathe, the air feels dense.

When my heart beats, I can hear every thump.

Every time I close my eyes, I can't help but think of you.

Would you run if I came running after you? Or would you stop and let me hold you in my arms..

Seasons come and seasons go. Birthdays are celebrated and wishes are blown. Feelings start and feelings end. We give life and we also take it away.
Life is a binding circle. It does not stop and it does not reverse. It will keep going until life is nonexistent.
We have our regrets, which tear us apart secretly inside us every single day. We have our doubts about the future. We can't be certain about what will happen or what will come of us.
What happens when life has no purpose for you? It feels like our circular earth doesn't spin. You feel alone and depressed. You are exhausted from all the egotistical people whom you share your day with. They think that they understand what is going on around them. But really they are hiding themselves from the truth. They don't want to see what you see. They are afraid.
A man who is strong and big. Has the mind of a protector but not the heart. He forces his help on you when it is not needed, and will push anyone aside to fill their gaping space with his glory. He portrays himself as a "hero".
On the other hand a scrawny man who has a heart for the needy and the poor. Is more of a "hero" to me than a man who interrogates you, to tell your feelings to him just for the indulgent pleasure of him thinking that he is helping you. In fact you are stressed out from the pig who has been tugging on your sleeve.
Can you ever mend a broken heart? A heart that has been strained, stretched, pushed to breaking point from the pain of losing the one they love most in this world. Every breath you take is for them. Every smile, every kiss is for them. To reassure yourself how much they mean to you.
What hurts most is once they stop loving you. And you feel like a part of your soul has died. You want to be left alone, to slowly forget about them and move on, until they stop you on your tracks and try to reverse time. To go back as you were before with them. It does not work. Then they tell you about their other love, the other significant person in their life. Jealousy just shreds you to pieces.
All you want to do is to reverse time. Take every birthday wish back. All the snow falls, warm summer breezes, cool fresh smell of the rain back. Take every happy memory away. And get one more chance with them. To stand there and tell them you made a mistake, And softly say I Love You.
I'm not God, I can't reverse time. I can only go forward.
My biggest regret is...
I ran when you came running after me. I ran as fast as I could, you were tired, the stitches in your chest overcame you and you stopped. You turned the other direction. I should have stopped and have allowed myself to fall into your arms.
Now I ran too far, I lost you.
I'm lost, I have to find my way back to the place I started before I met you.