2-9-09.

2 long years ago.

You broke my heart of glass.

I turned to a blade.

I hid away all my pain.

Now that it's over, it seems it was all in vain.

I loved you.

You destroyed me.

I trusted you.

You toyed with me.

I'll never be made the fool again.

Now, it seems that love is just pretend.

An abstract idea of how I should feel.

But, just 'cause I should feel that way, it doesn't make it real.

I wish I could travel through time.

To February of '09.

And tell pathetic old me, that this won't matter in the end.

I shouldn't waste my tears.

I shouldn't milk my veins.

The pain I felt at the moment, did fade away.

Looking back, I was dramatic.

Looking back, I was pathetic.

Everything seemed like the end of the world.

But, I'm still here.

So, it wasn't.