All I ever wanted was that bright semblance of importance your love gave me.

Pulling closer until our hearts beat next to each other while you nuzzled into my chest.

Anytime you’d look at me with those bewildered and starry eyes my heart would skip a beat because I knew you genuinely cared about me.

Then, my life sputtered and shifted and crashed into a billion splintered pieces and I hurt you saving myself from the wreckage that was my last life.

Hearing your cries and disgust have literally killed me more than you were actually hurt; my one big bright shining light dimmed and engulfed by an enigma of an old shadow.

Yearning and toiling forever; I am tangled in a webbed mess of the past versus the present versus the future.

I said what I said. I did what I did. I felt what I felt.

All I know is what there once was was real. All there is now is nothing. All there will be is hope, chance and Mr. Hopeless Romance.