Go Out and Love Someone.

I recently came across something really beautiful. It was pain. I realized, I really fell for you.

Oh no no, your voice is beautiful. It’s just what you say. That, I can’t stand. 

Well, here I am once again. Staring at this screen. If I let myself wander too far I somehow end up down the road of chaos. By that I mean, I end up thinking of you.

Which honestly, I don’t want to do. Because you kind of suck. Just a little, just a lot. I wish I could be just like you, you damn robot. I wish I could walk around with my head held high like absolutely nothing happend. That’s the worst part. You act like absolutely nothing happened. I’m so happy no one is paying particular attention to this post, because it doesn’t have anything to do with any of you. This is just him, and me. Our story of becoming one and our ending as strangers. (Cue in “somebody that I use to know”). However, you will never be a stranger to me. I’ve seen you at your worst, at your most vulnerable. I’ve seen you when you lost hope in everything around you. But I was there, I was always there. I was there to pick up the pieces of your broken heart, because this was a different kind of heart ache. It was the kind that needed to be pieced together bit by bit, every broken piece yet another key to the puzzle that was your heart. I kept a part of it though, I never told you. I kept that piece and held on as tight as I could, it was the piece that meant the most to me, but you had no idea that it was missing.  

The piece became a part of me, I carried it around everywhere. It reflected against my smile, it reflected in my eyes. It had everything to do with you but held a deeper meaning to me. This damn piece became a curse and a mystery I couldn’t let go, and everyone saw it. Everyone knew I took something that was yours, but you never saw it, you never missed it. 

Until one day. You asked for that piece, and I regretfully gave it to you. As I returned it to your hand, your heart became complete and there was no longer any room for me. And for some reason, the person I had helped grow stronger, made me weaker. I fell over in disbelief, this one piece, this one part of you, it was no longer mine. You turned your back on me and I watched as you gave it away to someone else, imagine my surprise when her hand brushed upon yours. So now, I am here. Staring at this screen once more, wishing I was as robotic as the stories, wishing that this was just a script and I was the actress. There will be someone around the corner waiting for me, waiting to take my missing piece. However, it never works like that.  I want to continue my story. Mainly because I can’t think about anything else, and typing this out helps me. But I can’t continue the story, because it just ended. Or perhaps, it’s a cliffhanger. And you don’t even know what you’re doing.