You see this is how it always goes. You go for your moments, and then you look up the term replaceable. Is that not sweet? Is that not quite the something.

You. I always dreamt of you. I have painted your picture twice. In my mind, the brushes and acryllics did you more than justice defined. I made you real.

You know, I find you irreplaceable. But unlike you, I do not forget and walk away. I hold on and that is just a shame.

Your long past gone and the memories were spared. We were nothing more than restless boring summer nights and gushing winds that blew against our cheeks.

I keep this sad memory. I keep dreaming of you. Last night, I dreamt of you. But you have never dreamt of me. I promised you nothing.

Maybe I can stop tomorrow. For you always seem to steal my time. I am almost damaged. I am falling apart, and I barely have a breathe.

I am with a broken heart. I keep bleeding. I think I am in pain, and I keep asking you to heal me. I feel I need something.

Broken does not last forever. Thank you for coming inside my head. I just keep seeing your broken reflection in my eyes. Your purpose in my life seems to have lost its prize.

I keep falling apart. I have your broken heart. I feel like bleeding. I am in pain. And now are you healing? I am holding on to your broken heart. I am holding on. You left me here alone. I think I lost my way now, but I have not forgotten how you were my home.

Its raining every so lightly. The rain makes me feel happiness but I killed your romance in the rain. I killed your heart. You obviously moved along. She found you more to her likes, and she is less of a complication. I wish I could tell you exactly how the weather makes me feel for you. But that is now not slightly even possible.

I hate how I see you more. I hate how you cant put my puzzles back into their pieced togetherness. I very much hate you. But that can not stop me from falling for you even more. Please do something. Go away. Tell me something that will make me hate you. Make me loathe you. For right now, even as you torch my wounds and give me more sorrow and guilt, I am very much taken away by you. I still feel broken.

Is this what you define as my happiness?