There
is the period.
You feel invincible. Like you're soaring on blue and white clouds out of
the reach of everything beneath.
In your love struck eyes you see that one person who keeps you floating.
You're smiling dreamily trying to absorb the moment that's
overwhelming you.
Somehow you know it’s not right to feel this good. This alive. But you
let yourself feel all of it anyway.
That person. That has become your everything. Your very being. That you
see years from now, by your side, still holding your hand.
All of a sudden life doesn't seem so horrid and anything seems possible.
And there is the period
When the person leaves and you seem to be falling. Not back to earth but
straight to hell. Where pain is heightened so you can feel your own heart
break.
When you can't think, can't breathe. You are suffocating. Because your
own life is leaving you.
You like the darkness because you cannot do anything without remembering
that person. You simply can't bear living because living is pain.
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