Author: headgeek

I miss you. Or at least I miss the you that I knew, that you let me see.

You chase happiness. I pursue greatness. We are not the same.

Cheating is a choice. You chose poorly.

I brought you Plums On sale Because I like You more Than the fruit I ate.

As the steam rises from my cup looking over the lake, the mists dancing across its surface you materialize in my thoughts, your beauty still haunting me. Then you dissolve, a phantasm that was never as real as the love you inspired.

The morning chill is as nothing to the coldness of not having you here anymore.

Not all men are created equal. I made myself better through will and sacrifice, buying into a dream with my sweat and time, investing in myself and my future. And that is why I cannot settle for less than greatness, less than the best, less than all of you.

I should thank you for tearing off the bandage, shattering my illusion and forcing the scales from my eyes. For letting me see the darkness lurking below pretty surfaces and the danger of loving a false person.

It takes all I have  to give this much   for you my love    all  is  not      enough.