It's something that has haunted me so far.
always ends the same, own. Abandoned
downtrodden, cheated, battered ...
Each time is different, but I think that practice makes perfect, I think I'm the only person who does not, and encountered again and again with the same stone unturned to realize and remember that it is always there, loneliness.
Now just looking for heat, heat the syrup to me every night, but when I wake in the morning is gone, and I left empty, with a note on the bed with a thank you and goodbye, or maybe not even that. Who knows, is that what I want? I do not know.
I want to know that nobody has been able to love me above all thing? Or perhaps I could never love anyone? Or that when I loved, I did enough damage to kill me?
Actually, there are things you'd rather not remember, leave the past in oblivion, never to say you hurt me, do not say anymore: I cried for you. No, I will not mourn again, promised me when I tore my heart and made rags left on any part, not caring if I bled for love.
I will not mourn, to feel, to suffer, no, not anymore.
I may feel empty, but is a sure way of knowing that never again fall to pieces.
