Trial and error. That’s all it is.

I’m done. Or at least I wanna be done. But I can’t. I know it’s not worth it. I know giving up shouldn’t be an option. And yet it is.

You’d think after countless broken hearts, everyone would just stop. Stop trying. Stop wanting. Stop loving. Stop lusting. Stop chasing after people who are chasing after others.

You’d think … after sleepless nights and non-stop tears, everyone would just break down. Break down until there’s nothing left inside, but emptiness. Dead, heartbroken emptiness.

On my knees to God, I’ll pray for what I need. What I want. What will stop this madness. These tears, these wasted years—ended.

If only there was someway to prevent the pain. Prevent everything and everybody from ever hurting each other, intentionally or unintentionally.

But then, in a world with no hurt—what would we live for? Happiness? That never lasts forever.

Nothing lasts forever. Especially not me and you. Regardless of what I’ve like to believe.

We were never what represent real and true, honest love. And I swear I meant it when I said I didn't miss you. Even though it’s obvious I do.

“You won’t get over it unless you embrace it.”

So here’s me, embracing you.

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This was originally for the Opening Competition by Westrina but I think it's more like poetry so I'm just posting it alone.

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updated Jul 30 '10 by JoyceFreedom