The Sound of Silence

You know who you are if you're reading this;

Goodbye. How I wish I could say this to you, to free my heart, to be able to rid my heart of fear. Because love includes fear, and for me, love is fear. Sometimes we have to remember the simplicity of love and fear. Fear accelerates us, sometimes in the direction we don't want to go. I know that's happened to me. The night falls though, and as I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, I don't know what I want. I sit, watching people throw their lives away, watching people try to fall in love, while I sit here hoping maybe my affection will be returned, maybe someone will be there to break that fear I have of being loved. I wish I didn't feel so lonely  when it finally hit me that you weren't around, because I wish you were with me. When you flirted with someone, I felt strangled. That's why I walked away whenever you were with her, but you didn't notice. You didn't notice me until we flirted or you chased after me trying to find out what was wrong, or when you showed me new music. You never noticed when I studied you from the corners of my eyes. You didn't notice that you made me nostalogic and sad, and that whenever you wrapped your arms around me it felt right. I thought there was hope for us, but I was wrong. I wake up to blinding sunlight every morning, and it still makes me think of the brief times when you smile. But I'm done, there's no way this jealousy and tiredness can go on forever. Goodbye, I've moved on
Little_red