I’m not sad.
I don’t cry.
It’s as if your dead, I’ve mourned you for so long.
The dull ache in my heart, without a glimmer of hope in my soul, for I know I never again will be with you.
Still the nightmares come to me as I sleep, you are there, haunting me like a ghost of what has and what could have been. The strange thing is; it doesn’t hurt. In reality nothing hurts anymore, nothing surprises nor excites an empty soul.
The only life within this body is the reckless mind of a troubled woman longing to make sense of this road to nowhere.
Not feeling lonely but knowing she’s alone.
Not wanting to go anywhere but feeling lost.
The heart still beats; although it’s shattered, the tiny broken pieces still manage to love a love that is long gone.