My soul is twisted and writhing in pain. Locked behind the facade of well being that is put on for the rest of the world. For a few brief shining moments you held me to your chest. I expelled the breath I had not realized I was holding. My eyes flutter closed and my lips part waiting to taste your lips against mine. As they brush across, there is a feeling of vertigo. My eyes fly open and my hands flail to catch myself from falling. I cannot, once again it is to late. I search to find you and once more I am floundering. My feet leaving prints of blood from the bleeding of my heart. Faintly in the distance I can hear your heart calling to mine. How I wish to find the breaks and patch them. To make things how they should be.
