Just To Real

Title: Haunted.

By Joshua Casimer

Time: 11:51 am

Date: 8/2/11

I am haunted by “her”

Haunted by her car.

Haunted by her name.

Let me go if you have to leave just leave.

I am tired of wondering if she feels the same.

My feelings is not an act.

Is is not a joke.

I know that no one of good means to hurt anyone, but it has happen so many time.

By accident and by intention I am tired of the waiting and trying to find love game.

How can you say?

How can they say that time heals all wounds.

Is time a form of medication?

Did it go to med school.

If it heals I would be the happiest guy on the planet cause I would have kept and had “her”

A form of her..

Someone...

Some her by now long ago before trying to achieve and make something happen so soon.

Though from it I can't get away from I am bound to see it again.

It happens all the time.

In life...

In my world I wish for.

In my dreams...

In my nightmares.

In the inner deepest thoughts of my mind.

I am tired of being the hero.

The go to guy.

I hurt to much for anyone to look up to me.

I am poring out heart and tears, but no one shall know this except the few readers I trust.

Also the one thing that I have known for twenty years and that is the paper and its every line.

I looked at her photograph today...

I see it at least one a day.

I don't see money...

I don't see gold.

I don't see a model.

I see beauty at its finest.

Admired by little old me.

Still letting out feelings.

As I am sitting here now with an empty bottle.

Though I guess this is just my battle to lose.

How I wish I can win this fight.

I guess for the time being I will sit and hide and ride inside of these shadows.

Not looking for..

Not hoping...

Just to one day fall where I fall.

Then when I open my eyes rather its blue eyes I see though that may not happen to me.

I just hope that “her” can just show me what it is like to see the light.