#writetokill

How many times will I let you whisk away my heart? Only to be dashed upon the rocks and swept away in the storm. Hope is a terrible thing

But what kind of heart let’s go?

What type of heart forgets?

I say they have not loved

To love is to surrender and be dragged beneath the waves

What can be more painful than this? To wake every morning and disavow the love for her within my heart. The one truth left I am sure of. So that I do not recognize my soul

Do not look for the dead among the living. I am not there...

Do I remember a time before loving her?

As if my first breath was the moment I saw her

And every day without may be my last

She has become the stars I guide by

A soul lost in the void of her absence

Could there be anyone I need more?