Melodramiac

 Having this melancholy in my heart, I cried every single night to feel something better but not numbness. Knowing that just a few years has changed a lot in me. My strengths, my feelings, my moods, my ideas and so did my definition of home. Quoting; Why would, he, who never wanted anything but happiness would deal with what you left in me. Why would, I, who never felt to be not alright, feel like cutting this throat off and wrapping myself into every possible piece of cloth I could. My senses just want to remember what we had.  I never knew it would be you but I knew it could be 'us'.  Maybe not anymore but maybe I know that this is what it feels like being imprinted.  Those cold hands slid down my shoulder, pressing my fingers with a slight nervousness at the thought of picturizing "what ifs "between us. A slight whisper from you - calls my soul out it affirms " Maybe we can do it differently this time, or maybe not, or maybe I miss you everywhere I breathe....