This is the moment when my broken heart feels like a physical illness where the pain inside flows outward and surrounds my cheeks with rivers and stains. The needles of memories and hopes and dreams sting as they push to the surface of my being. This is the moment when my tears release and I feel weak and scared and alone. This is the moment when I need you and I hate you equally. This is the moment when my tears spawn more of the same and I must face my own emotions and again I am alone. Alone. Alone.
Why do I try to hold on to you? Why can't I be stronger. Alas, I am miserable without you and tortured through your wrath.