A perfect world..

In a perfect world pain wouldn't exist
In a perfect world your heart would do what your mind tells it to do.

Love wouldn't hurt, in a perfect world.

In a perfect world we would see flowers in the winter time,
And snow wouldn't be so horrible.

In a perfect world we would plan our future since we were younger and things would actually happen the way you planned.

We would fall in love, in a perfect world, and we won't regret it.

In a perfect world we would go back in time and make things right.

A perfect world would be, loving someone unconditionally forever NOT because you are comfortable with each other but because there really is love.

In a perfect world there would be no such thing as lies or infidelity.

Since this is far from a perfect world, we have to deal with liars, cheaters and bullshit,
Grow old with someone and be unhappy because you have been together for way too long to let go now,
Believe in someone who will eventually break your heart, steal your soul and your ability to ever love again..

And wish that maybe, just maybe someday you will have the strength to forget..

Wishful Thinking..

Dreams- an unconscious thought of how u wish things would actually be.

So in this case.. I was having nightmares. Or maybe just a nightmare because it's the same one over and over.

You would think I would grow bored of it already,
At least grow immune to it, after a year and sooo many months have come and gone.

I didn't feel as if the pain had weakened over time.

Instead, I felt that I've become strong enough to bear it.

I go days, even weeks, without thinking about it at all.
Then.. Something always takes me right back.

I don't want to think of it, but I must remember it.

Sometimes I worry that it's all slipping away.
That my mind would go blank someday, and I would not be able to remember...

For some reason.. that I don't yet understand, I can't get myself to forget.

Regardless of that hole in my chest,
That burning feeling I get when I think of it,
The nights I miss you like crazy,
The days I remember.. Good times I wish to forget..
The nights I try to sleep while I fight back my tears,

But tonight...

Tonight I will let myself cry..
Tomorrow is a brand new day..