A Broken Love, Breaking Heart (1)

He's gone.
He's gone without saying a word.
He left me with a scar, a big wound that made a deep hole.
He left me crying all night whenever i think about him.

It's been two months since he left.

No messages.

No sign of living.

I'm here.
I'm still here, waiting.
Waiting for him coming back,
Waiting for his messages.

I'm here waiting for the time
to heal my wound.
Because I couldn't.
I just couldn't help myself.
If I could, I want to fix things on my own.
But I'm just breaking myself. Apart.

I'm here waiting for the time
that I won't feel any of this anymore.
It's stupid how I want to feel the same exact love
yet I forgot how hurt it is.
I myself want to believe that
       
            you
         
                 and
                     
                        me

are /not/ meant to be together.

But again... I can't help but hoping
for the opposite.
Or at least deep inside me...

I still want you.

I miss you.