2009
And So It Ends
It’s over. I left her. She left me. I don’t know. Does it even matter?
And so it ends. Another love. Another story.
Another dream dashed to the ground and beaten to a pulp.
All that’s left is a resounding silence. Punctuated by screams inside my head. Which I try drowning in very loud music.
But they’re persistent. These screams. As is the dull ache that refuses to go away.
Maybe it’s a good thing then that I’m too numb from shock, from disbelief.
I didn’t think this would happen. I certainly didn’t imagine, even in my worst nightmare, that it would be so ugly.
But well, nightmares have a way of outdoing your worst fears and coming true. In a way that dreams never do.
And I move from one kind of limbo to another.
From wondering whether or not she loves me, to wondering if anybody ever will. Enough to stay.
I wish people wouldn’t run out of love. Like they run out of tissue paper or gas.
I wish so many dreams weren’t reduced to ‘what-if’s.
I wish it hadn’t happened. To me. Again.
. Good
That was brilliant. Perfect for how I feel right now, thank you.