When Dreams Die
When dreams do die they cease to be
for once truly dead no recovery
for one to let that dream descend
into the void where all belief ends
has given up the right to keep
such a fragile thing alive.
It plummets down to dark below
where linger it may for a time
but starved of light ambition’s glow
the dream withers, groans, and dies
A death it truly does not deserve
created it did not ask to be
Faithful, hopeful, radiant creation
sorrowful, painful, lingering death.
It really is a little mean of me but I can’t help it. I am breaking up with my first ever boyfriend (hopefully by phone…tonight) because he bores me. That’s right, at the base of it all he bores me. I hate boredom and repetition and that’s what I am getting from this relationship. Not to mention that we are not in agreement on some main issues. Examples my love of tattoos and piercings. So I will end this. Problem is I don’t know how and its causing me so much anxiety. He’s nice and all so I don’t want to hurt his feelings and I know I will but this is now causing a ridiculous amount of stress. So tonight I will finally grow a pair and get this done. Especially since Valentines day is coming up.
Wish me luck… Or not depending.
I can conquer the world
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