Left Behind

I will now bring a new meaning to the word alone.
Endless nights of dreaming of life,
and the days we should have spent here.

Misplacement

I just wish everything could work out the way I wanted it too.
It's a pretty selfish thing to wish for, but i cant see why it wouldn't be perfect.

Perfection, unfortunately is a point of view; more of an opinion than a state.
But nonetheless, It would be perfect in my eyes, but it doesn't feel like I even have the opportunity, the chance, the 'fair-go' we're all supposed to get in every facet of our lives?

Something doesn't fit, and I cant work out if its me or the puzzle.
I guess I'm looking for some answers in a world that answers none of them at all, but I'm not giving up.

Fragility

Love is fickle, and fragile.

But if it were any other way, It wouldn't work at all. In order to love, you need to make yourself vulnerable and trust that the other person wont hurt you.

But they will, because it's inevitable.
Even if they don't cheat, or lose interest... they can bring you pain by moving away, or even dying.

It is part of the process, the pain is the counter balance to the love and affection we all want and need in our lives.
They come hand in hand, and never apart.

Avoiding one, means avoiding the other.

Come out of the cave, let me love you.

Sonnet.

I sit here alone all day,
Feeling numb and broken,
There's so much to say,
yet, so much left unspoken.

Staring deep into the glass,
Empty smiles fill my reflection,
All those moments come to pass,
cant you feel the connection?

I've made the climb,
now I'll make the fall,
I've lost so much time,
To gain nothing at all.

I guess this is how it is,
Another try, another miss?