Years of love, followed by heartache.
Those are the years that define me.
Those are the years that know–
love’s eternity is you.

A dream you once were,
A dream of all my realities,
A dream I can no long strive for
In the wake of my manly betayals

Though sorrow may impede my heart,
It is of great love to have known you.

Do you have any idea what it feels like to suddenly realize that the reason you’ve have been so lost your whole life is because a piece of you was missing and you never even knew it—only to find that missing piece and know that you can’t have it and so you will never, ever be whole?

Loving her was a labyrinth of entanglement. Just when you felt you were breaking through, she would dissipate, leaving you grieving for something that never was. She felt destroyed, so she destroyed; it was a wrenching existence where everyone endured.

I Think it is lost.....but nothing is ever lost nor can be lost .
The body sluggish, aged, cold, the ember left from earlier fires
shall duly flame again.