X Marks The Spot

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X Marks The Spot

The realisation that you've probably lost your best friend. Over love. How ironic.
Energy wasted on hope, on waiting for something you know will never happen but wish in the depths of your being that it will.
In the end it comes down to forgotten promises, things better left unsaid and crying yourself to sleep (however pointless the last exercise is) and hoping everything will be better when you wake up. Which, I have learnt from experience, it won't.
Not being needed anymore can be an absolute blessing if you're tired of doing something. I'm tired of waiting and wanting and wishing but I don't want to stop because that means admitting defeat, compliance, giving up on the thing you want more than breathing.
In short, not taking this very well