death-note-luva13

I'm still in love with him but feel myself finally catching feelings for someone entirely new. They're different yet almost the same. The new one is affectionate and emotional and gives me the time while the other, the one I can't seem to get over, has always been more distant.

To feel cold for almost every waking moment of your waking small life is like a never ending snowing waste land. You open your eyes and wonder what could of been besides this path leading to nowhere. you crack down and slowly slip into madness forgetting your very being. You remember your past and happy forever gone smile and shed never ending tears. Is their an end to this chapter? Will my book close, will rest finally come to these empty and broken restless nights? Maybe. . . But in the end. . .the only one making you miserable is you. You make yourself miserable by these small thoughts that cause such A heavy impact on you. Don't tell me t

POEM: When your alone in a cold dark small space of nothing you feel so uneasy and incomplete the sensation of the cold area. When you look to the side and see the one person left all you can do is stare. . .warm arms wrap around you, you stay together, warm and carefree in the cold dark little personal hell. Everything blurs away. . .you wake up in a warm light bliss of nothing but pure white floating gracefully in the nothingness. Your eyes closed,your body floats. You forever dream of what could of been, nothing to harm you,nothing to make you happy. . .its just you,and you alone in the light. You open your eyes to see open arms and a wo