I am not a book. You cannot read me then set me down, and pick me back up again whenever you please.
You left. We broke. You cannot fix a shattered mirror.
Oh...but how desperately I want you to. Of course I want to fall back into your arms as easy as leaves fall to the ground in autumn.
But those leaves d i e d .
Although the thought of being with you is a golden laced dream, I know you're just a mirage and I will find myself drinking sand thinking it's water.
You're beautiful. What we had... To me... Was beautiful. I looked to be a dying weed yet you watered me every day. But I've grown now into a tree and I don't need your kindness.
We can't start over. You cannot rip a heart in half then try to re-stitch it. Our connection was too strong to be forgotten. Your chapter in my life is over.
