I am skeptical and broken.
I wonder if my love will always be ignored.
I hear the fragile glass of my soul shattering.
I see beams of sunshine while personally lost in darkness.
I want to be rid of this suffocating lonliness.
I am skeptical and broken.
I pretend to smile and laugh and be happy.
I feel the realm of reality slipping through my desperate grasp.
I touch his muscular arm...in my memory.
I worry that I'm going to lose him altogether.
I cry for things long gone, for the bleakness of my future.
I am skeptical and broken.
I understand he cares about me in some way.
I say, "It's okay; I just want you to be happy."
I dream of his love, gone from me, given to another.
I try to give myself one good reason to let him go.
I hope I can...some day.
I am skeptical and broken.
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