I am empty

 Another night, another goodbye.

Another love story, another broken heart.

Another dream slipped away just as quietly as it came.

I sit here, wiping away the tears, wondering why I keep letting myself believe in love.

The promise, the hope of a happily ever after..fallen and broken apart on the mantle of the same forever I thought I’d finally found.

Empty.

A broken heart may be figurative, but it’s more real than most physical pain will ever be.

There’s begin so many hopes and dreams that have ended up slipping through my fingers, dying the painful death that characterizes love.

With every goodbye, I do learn a little more about myself, about life.

And I’m fighting not to let my heart bleed out.

I don’t want to stop feeling- I want to believe that love can be forever, but every time I watch someone turn and walk away, I feel myself drifting further away.

And as I feel the solitary tear roll down my cheek, the sadness overwhelms me.

It doesn’t matter how much I loved, how hard I tried or any of that.

Only that I failed, again.

Will the sun rise and find me believing again?

I don’t know.

All I do know is that the darkness of twilight is all I can feel, the bleakness.

And I am empty.

I hope it’s only temporary.

Tomorrow, I will try again.

Maybe it’ll be different then.