Your apathy towards me is unrelenting, the nights you spoke so softly on the back of neck as I slept are now nothing but a phenomenon, an unexplained happening of chance. Once upon a time of sorrow, visions of your face would be the only figmint on my mind, now they are scarce. Your presence is now almost celestial, like an eclipse of my heart, and like an eclipse your appearance is noted, the poets begin to write sonnets of how something so beautiful can be created, the cellos boom a variaton of your movements...... what is to come of you and me? should I place you on a pedestal on my castle above the clouds? or should I reject the mere sound of your name upon my lips that quiver?. If time could mend the pieces that have been torn from my heart I would pray for immortality and spend the rest of my never ending days locked inside the shallow room of my mind I've set aside for you to rest when you come 'round. I would paint immaculate pictures of you upon my bare fist pounded walls. On my window I would place a kiss upon its' ledge so the winds could take it back to you. And so now I lay amongst the windows pane, underneath the flickering flame your Love has given my eyes, and watch it slowly smolder and flicker away with the same wind sent to send it back to you. So here forever I stand and lay in agony with nothing but endless time to sit and think of you. Your mere existance is a marvel. how could heaven afford to lose such a face?... such an angel?.

Only time will tell.

In reference to the past,

Goodbye: .... The saddest word I'd ever heard.

And when you go home tonight, and you fall asleep in his arms, ask yourself, " Am I happy?" you'll be amazed what you'd find. For when the dreams start to haunt you and the guilt slips in, get up and look in the mirror while you rush for a glass of water. Take a look, beyond the surface and deep beneath. remove the stone you've placed upon your heart where I used to rest and look. What do you see?. Where is your smile now?. 4 words will bring you back to me. and if not let my memory decay and with it take yourself. The truth seems to bitter for you to realise.

Wake up. I'm Just a nightmare. Or am I?