Broken Monologues

This is for you. It has always been you.

You, who cries every night and every waking moment, and those seconds in between.

You who shouts in monochromatic colors in this world full of rainbows and unicorns.

You, who drowns every night in knee-deep thoughts, wondering about the "could have's" and the "would have's."

You, who wishes nothing except for the arms of that one person you love who does'nt love you in return.

You, the saint, the sinner, the spoiled, the beggar, the mask with two faces.

You, a living oxymoron. This is for you.