It doesn't hurt so much. It is this feeling

of emptiness.

This split second of possible doubt.

This never ending nag

and my loud SIGH and my breathing"dag"

I always wanted it to work...I always had my head up in hopes

of light.

But the ending lasted longer than our beginnings.

Maybe I was too young and dumb.

The essential combination of a young girl wishing for love.

At the end of the day and many of the middles...I find myself...thinking

of you.

hoping that you

would find that painful, fun, difficult, hazy path

back to me.

I tried to cry.

But I ended it officially.

Pride absently leaves me recognition that I was not for you.

Two different landscapes.

and they keep telling me I'm too young.

The joy and sorrow of being young.

The hope in tomorrow

when today is done.