I'm anxious, depressive. I'm loving, creative.
I'm empathic, emotive, lonely, hard-headed.
I'm....I...I.....I'd happily be someone else.

Maybe, hopefully, it's not that we're not ment to be; it's that this life is not the one in which we were ment to be together. As one once said, "I'll see you in another life, when we are both cats".

I love you so much I spend all the time trying to fall in love with someone else.

Sadness is not real, when one realises that each morning life feels different for no reason other than brain chemistry.

One crazy icy heart once found warmth within you.
<<BuT>>
You left it all alone:
A wasted diamond, which shattered itself into endless peices, as its love turned into pain and its pain into apathy.

I wish you never left, but regardless you did; and I wish love never hurt, but it always did. So what's left of me except unreal wishes?

But my heart loves you so much, it keeps on breaking without you, and if something could mend it, you'd be the glue.

You held me so tight, it was natural for me to feel safe in your life.
You left me so hard, that my life now feels profoundly crushed.

Reciprocal love is the sweetest part of it all. Then there is the sour, which is profoundly experienced when the only thing you get from someone you love is indifference.

I don't know when sadness showed up
But I definitely had my doors open,
I don't know if it was right to trust
But I know my heart is now frozen.

<<from a poem of mine>>