the other night you told me how your heart was breaking. how you cant let go of he who caused it. a little piece of my heart broke. i remembered, giving anything and everything just so you won't be hurt. even if it was hard, even if i was hurting. but maybe that's what i did wrong. i loved too much. i gave too much. and maybe you did not like that. yeah, that probably what happened.

but as your heart was breaking, a little piece of mine cracks like a horcrux of yours living inside mine.

i never broke your heart. it never broke when we were together. and maybe that is why i was easier to let go.

now i know--

you never loved me as much as you could have done so.. as much as you love him now.

Dreams

Dreams give you this schizophrenic feeling when you wake up. the wildest dreams leave you blank when you wake up in the morning. you actually do not know what to make of it. when you dream of something exciting, you wish you hadn't left that dream land far too soon. but when dreams act like what they really are-- the tip of your iceberg of a mind-- it strikes you like a lightning on a rainy day. it's veracity pushing back up what you've been keeping to yourself, what you've buried under the inner most part of your soul. sucks like that, really. because you can't necessarily control what you dream of. they just surprise you like that. what to make of it-- i've yet to realize. 


if you thought you needed me, why leave in the first place?