Lets face it, you changed. You changed in your absence, and your distance radiated a heated indifference.

Do you ever think of the past? A present? A forseen future?

You know…

Maybe there was one good thing from all of this, you no longer visit my dreams anymore.

I sleep well, and your heart was always black.

Why do I call after you?

Why do I miss you?

Why cant I speak my feelings?

Back to my dreams,

Lonely and remarkably silent.

I am hurt (but I am slowly forgetting).

You want to know my secret.
At night, I forget the world.
I feel at ease when I forget more (like you).
You have never bothered to ask what was sacred.
What is in my world?
My world is now kept a secret.
I am closing my door (behind your departure),
And I prefer the lights off.
I will sleep in the dark again,
And the world is still dead quiet.
Will you miss my secrets, if I am unconscious for awhile?
I want good dreams,
And I want you to stop being in them.

Good night.

I’m bitter and confused, with words and the lack of. What’s there to figure, the skies are never blue enough. I am your absolute grey. Here’s to the memories, bland and describable. I always seem to forget how to smile. But thats life, and today was sadly a beautiful rainy day.