Why don't we

11:11

As I sit in my cold, lonely room looking through my fogged window, tell tale sings that winter had come, I watch my clock as 11:11 comes to sight.
I start to make my daily wish, once again as I feel how my heart shatters once more as the unwanted memories come flooding back to my mind like if they were part of this dreadful routine. These memories hold each and every secret I have ever made, every hopeless wish my heart desires with passion, every loveless kiss my lips can still taste; my heart can't hold the pain anymore. Winter slowly takes over my body making me shiver, once again he tries to take over my heart, this time being successful, and starts making holes in it, breaking it even more. With every punch it throws a little of my hope flies away as if it was searching for a new host to to give shelter to.

Warm tears start flowing out of my eyes again, each one of them representing a piece of my broken heart, not only being sad tears but angry tears filled with ill will, filled with regret and sorrow making my blood boil, making me ask my self "was I ver enough?" "Was i the problem?" "What did I do wrong?", making me want to break my beautifully decorated nightstand which holds dreaded memories but once again winter takes over my body making me weak neither letting me move nor standup.

Although I wish this was all fake, that it was all in my imagination as if I was just writing a story for my English class, winter routinely I denies what my heart desires and makes me remember that all this precious moments that we carved in stone are only memories after all and for you Jack Avery was just a silly "love fling" over the summer.