The truth not spoken and lies over told.

just a quickly jotted down poem. I'll critique later, I suppose.

Although I hate to admit it a part of me will always belong to you, no matter how far I go, I cant escape that truth.
There's a place in my soul that cries out for you, deep in the night when I'm alone in my room.
I drown out the memories with potions of sorts there's all different kinds some I pop some I snort.
I know that they kill me, but no worse than "love". My first addiction, such a misguiding word.
I wake some mornings with my eyes full of tears because even in my dreams I can't make you here.
I guess some people can just fall out of love. Sadly only a few of us become addicts to the blinding lie of such.
But i was not so lucky, I woke one day to find, that the person who's heart I cherished no longer wanted mine.
Love is not always equal, nor does it always last. And the pain may be easing but it will never pass.
We give out pieces of ourselves along this life we lead, passing our smiles and happiness to those in need.
We leave pieces behind as we make our own paths, yet we keep our hearts protected only to give to another in hopes that it last.
Someone to walk beside us so the travels not so long. We trust in their hands now, for ours are tired and warn.
They promise its protection for it's a precious gift indeed. What a shame that some hands are already stained with greed.
You watch with careful eyes and you give them all your love. Only sometimes our best, just isn't quiet enough.
So yes, some people fall out of love, this is something not painlessly learned.
Just because a Pryo is in love with fire, it doesn't mean he wont get burned.