I thought I’d keep writing about you until you felt ordinary again. That’s funny because I am not sure that you won’t always feel like an important piece of my story. But I do know that I should not waste anymore words on someone who sees my love as a burden. I only want to write for someone who is inspired by my heart and mind. I want to find inspiration in things that feel good and tell the world all about them. I want to fall in love with blue skies again. So here I am, setting fire to every last page I’ve ever hoped to rewrite. I loved you. I lost. And this is the ending. The end.
– I am an ancient soul, in a modern body, with a futuristic state of mind.#SYLM
5 responses to “The End”
I am in the midst of writing a poem about almost this. Love that is true to me, worth waiting for, writing about. Struggle of the heart. It feels what it wants even when it maybe doesn’t make logical sense.
Yep. I keep telling myself if I just say that I’m done then I’ll be done..” I wish it was that simple. I can’t understand why it’s so much of a struggle when I know my feelings make no sense. But I figured the least I can do is stop writing about it so much lol. That might give me a start.
Love, just never makes sense lol. It is torture I tell you! I guess if at the end of the day you believed in love too much…well I don’t know that is such a bad thing.
I don’t believe that it is a bad thing… most of the time anyways lol
I argue with myself in my head over it lol. Love usually wins:)
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