If we all knew what each and everyone one of us was thinking; it would be harder, but yet so much simpler. You see I often wonder if I would be glad to hear the endless thoughts on your mind. If I would dance for joy and cry of happiness, because all of the things I have been waiting for are here. On the other hand the truth would make me trip and fall at my knees; because not one piece of your heart is saved for me. And I would have been foolish to think that it ever would be. Because life is difficult without knowing what you are thinking. Contemplating whether I am wasting my time or all this is worth while. There is a fifty percent chance my heart will be fulfilled. And the other half, the chance I am dreading. The chance that you do not love me the same way I love you. I know I could never handle that truth. Because that would mean, all of my life I would have been wrong, and all of my life; would have been meaningless fights and wars inside my head, always my side winning because I thought it would be that way. In reality this fantasy was just a daydream slowly turning into a nightmare. And once I look into your eyes and know everything is true; my life has been wasted looking at you, something I could never have. And now that I do know the truth; that you will never show at my doorstep, claiming, that you love me too.
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Broken Chains
PoetrySometimes it's nice for people to not know who you are. So you can tell them everything. And it just, doesn't matter.
