Breaks My Heart **

Ever since the moment that I have crashed into the water of realization that I’m drowning in the intense level of admiration as you stay walking on the dry land, it’s been eating me alive. I don’t want to be the one that hangs on your every word, waits for every possibility and hassle for every reassurance. Your heart on my sleeve was supposed to be my reminder, the token of what we are and here I am, vulnerable yet isolated. It’s eating me alive and it breaks my heart.