A Broken Man

You said forever, your absence says that we have completely different definitions of forever. I was waiting for the days where we would look back at ourselves, you took the exit making my dreams something that will always remain a dream.
If words and promises mean nothing, I would speak till my voice gave out. But they mean more than you imagine, they instill trust and mean the world to some. You said forever, you said that I was the one, but you still vanished with those words. Those words will always stay with me, I can't forget your love like that. Those words once made me smile, brought joy to every part of me, and now the memories of those words still mean the world to me but also makes a pit of darkness in the depths of my soul, pulling and tugging me in, I always resist, but soon my time will perish and I will fall into that pit were those words won't be able to reach me, those words won't be there to make things better, those words will leave like you did, and with the dark pit comes hatred. I hate hate, especially when it comes to you. But now I have no choice. I try to see you in the light, but the darkness is always there to consume the images, making my smile turn to a frown, making fast beating heart turn cold. I hate thinking of you in such a way, but I can't help it.
It's the realization that hurts. Knowing that you won't be there when I wake up, when I go to sleep, when I encounter my happiest, my saddest, my worst and my best moments, that is what strikes me the core. The realization takes time to settle in. Yes, there is still hope. But with every passing second, the hope starts to tarnish, and soon the hope will be gone.
Letting go isn't easy, getting over isn't easy, but loving you was effortless, and now I am left without the ability to do so. Yes, I can love you from afar, but what's the point. You will never notice, you will never recognize, you will never appreciate, you will never care. The best part was that you were always there with a smile, with a thank you, with a care. Now, all I am is a shadow and you can't see me like you used to and you will never feel my love again.
Yours words haunt me. The "it's for the better", the "I can't do this". Those words felt surreal, like it was all a dream. But now I understand what truly was the dream. You were the dream. You always felt like you were too good to be true, that I was some lucky guy who won the jackpot. You would always tell me that it wasn't a dream and that you wanted me too. But now the dream is over. You were too good to be true, you were too good to be mine, so you vanished.
Telling you I still feel the same and will always feel the same is something that I will never be able to do. I won't be able to do it because you will never take it the same the way, the way you used to. All my words will never have the same effect ever again.
I loved you then, I love you now, and I will always love you.

The stars shine bright when a man expresses his feelings. On this particular night, the sky was the star of the show: the stars shining so bright you could almost see the imperfections of each star standing proud.
He said that words can mean more than one thinks. What will his words mean to her? Will it lead to a feeling of guilt, hatred, or maybe it will make her find a new type of love within him. He's too caught up in his words to think about the effects his words will have, most of us are. Yet, he writes and has the will to let her read it.
Yes, the stars are bright. So bright that no one would dare to take their eyes off of the sky. But when you pan down your vision back down to your homeland, you see her with her hesitant body standing in front of his door. Her posture tells you she's contemplating.
He has the idea they will never see each other again. She is posted outside his door waiting for him to open his door.