He is My Untouchable....sadly even to me.</3

It is better to be broken than to be Shattered...

Yet another sad and lonely night spent drowning in tears and wasted hopes and wishes. </3

It is my own tragic ending of my Romeo and Juliet story....

I just want one more time. After that no matter how mad you get that I dare say no...my answer is still no. I'm tired of reliving the vase that is my heart shatter upon the hardwood floors that offer no comfort as it falls and breaks into jagged pieces.

If ever shall the day come,
When he's no longer willing,
that would be the moment when
I'll no longer want.

It may nay avast my longing for,
but indeed my want there of.

I'm gone it's too late there's no saving me...but wait, maybe not; maybe I have a hope, a chance to be saved, to live instead of exist....but....that's a big 'maybe' that 'May' never 'Be'...

Pain galore and more to come.
Pain that heaps and eyes that weep,
this is me, bared for all to see.

When did Love become a workout???

After another heart break, another is healed. And the blood shed, is not Shed in vain, but Starts a brand new life.