I felt absent.
I knew that the only way to die and keep living is to be part of them.Love had killed me but I was still alive,I became an inmortal in the lonely winter night,I felt naked,disprotected,vulnerable and It took me a few seconds to realize I was now part of them,the heartbroken.
The last time I saw him,I was just a shadow behind his eyes and then he was gone,gone forever to somewhere unknown.
I search for him...
Everytime I look into the streets,desperatly trying to find him
I dream him..
Telling me that he loves me,that he has always been beside me.
To tell myself that I never loved him and to forget
To know that no one took him away from me because he was never mine
The fact that the girl who he loved was my friend
Not telling him what I felt
I fall into
sleeping because I was afraid to dream
People think Im gone,that Ive lost my sanity and became part of the insane...
They are wrong.
I painfully became part of them,the inmortals,the heartbroken
Now im cold.
I wish they could understand
that Im not afraid of dreaming
Im afraid of waking up.
AND TO FALL INTO REALITY ONCE AGAIN.
Dedicated to my best friend,my murderer.
Author -Naomi Castro-