As long as there is fire, there will be smoke .... Smoke unshields your heart, it fogs your judgment. And in the daze, you fall in love ... you feel what you've never felt before and it's so special you can't imagine life without it.
And then reality invades your fantasy ... The fire begins to fade .... The dream of happy slowly dissipates. Yet the love remains. Like a rock, the love remains. And a delusional sliver of hope, it desperately lingers. Too proud and too vulnerable to let go. The ensuing imbalance wreaks havoc.
Without a spark to light your match, you simply drift in an air of lonely. It's a nauseating, haunting loneliness. After all, the perception of broken love is not a simple idea to swallow. You live with the aftermath, the numbing emptiness, the dysfunctional days followed by restless nights... The world is shouting at you to pull it together ... You force your mind to start picking up the pieces of the shattered past...hoping your heart will follow ... But your heart only weakens ... Unable to regrow what it once had: stability, strength, spirit.
Once upon a time I knew the love that breaks your falls, breaks through your blues, breaks down the walls, and loves you for you.
But alas some things cannot be salvaged. And we must choose to bury the pain or burn the end of what remains . What we must never do is try to fix what was never ours.
xoxo
ElyVas
