Most dreams are never meant to be true….

Then again,

Maybe it was just you..….

I will let you know, how I’ve placed all your worth, all those words of yours, that truly hurt. I chose to shelter your emptiness in a small brown cardboard box. I put a permanent marker, danced it to the smooth surface, and I pitied myself as I drew your name with a heart in love. I want that to die soon, and you’ve done well to see to that. I’ve labeled this box fragile capitalized, must handle with ease and caution. Think of it as this, that’s one less of a reason, to why I’m broken.

Do you want to know what’s special? This box harbors all of a past, that never was. It wasn’t written and it couldn’t be possible. You don’t exist. At least, you failed too. Just know, that as I closed this box, and placed the memories captive, I chained my heart. I too am held captive, to your words, that never made sense, and I’m smiling. At least I’ll honestly tell you, its a fake smile, insincere. I’ll lighten you with something wonderful, I’m living now in a cruel reality and your words will always rest to remain just words.

As it was.

I’ll keep ending…