Talk
"And you left your mark on me...
With the destruction of us, finally, we became no one."
Nadège Richards, 5 Miles (Breathe, #1).
And here I am.
I stand here, alone.
Always
Deep down in the canyons of my heart, I knew it was bound to happen. Yet, I didn't listen.
What happens when your heart lunges for them but your mind is screaming at you to get away?
What happens when you love someone so much you don't have a conscience.
Is it true love? Or is it just a mythological theory wound up in nonsense.
I gave you my heart, my breath, my soul.
Now I'm empty.
Empty like a kitchen pantry when you don't go grocery shopping.
Empty like a sad old building that begs to be knocked down.
Empty like the pages on of a notebook that's never been written on.
What do I do now?
When I lost you, my life became meaningless.
And I know what you'd say to me you'd say "Gilbert, get your head out of your ass and start to live."
But the fact is, we don't talk and we don't need to talk about it.
Hell, you probably wouldn't even want to see me if I tried to get back to normal. If I acted like nothing ever happened and we were still friends.
But we aren't and I can't.
I can't pretend like I never saw you that night with him.
I can't act like I never felt anything romantic for you.
I can't say that I'm okay.
Because I'm not.
And you are.