Lovesick

She'd already been here. Here in the middle of nowhere. She knows this place very well.
She remembers the past and look behind... nothing...
She thinks about her situation and look beside her... nothing...
She imagines the future and look in front of her... nothing...
Beginning to cry she slowly sits down on the ground. Everything is hurting.
Her feet because of running way to much.
Her legs because of the coldness and her shorts.
Her eyes because of crying.
Her head because of thinking way to much.
Her heart because of loving.
She knew it. She really did. But she was blinded. Or just did not except the truth.

I guess there could have been a "we" but there never was, there is not and there never be again. It is not my fault. Maybe it is not yours either.
I read my blog yesterday. I knew it. I was right. Why does it hurt so bad?! ...
Real love does not exist. Love kills slowly.

- xoxo