how is it that every night i dream,
i dream of her.
every thought i have,
though few and far between,
i think of her.
every image in my head,
every laugh... reminds me of her-
each element sending salty drops of regret down my cheeks. the tears
tumble down, heated with rage and passion...
how is it that
this heart of mine still loves her?
how is it that i cannot go on without her?