You Made Me Forget My Dreams

It's hard

when you're stuck.

When you feel

very quiet.

When you don't know what you could

ever say.

Because nobody wants

to hear words.

It's hard to 

come to those 

bright, harsh realizations.

Because you don't want 

to own up to the truth,

to these facts that may have

slightly shattered you,

tainted something.

Because that 

Space Between...

it shifted a lot,

and now it's in a very

strange place,

because I don't think

anything's changed for 

you.

Darling, stupid, sweet, ridiculous 

boy, whatever 

will I do with you?

And it's as pathetic as

I can bear to admit.

I can admit to 

loving you.

I can admit to knowing

all my endeavors,

past, present, or future,

are futile.

I can admit that

every new piece of

knowledge

creates a bigger hole

in my heart.

We were never meant

to pine after unattainable things.

But we do, because we're so 

fallible. 

Because we're human.

And since I'm human,

I've fallen into this.

I've become too much involved

in what will never be.

I feel bad.

But whatever.