Unwarranted broken dreams lie on the floor dead from pain caused by words of hurt and they just lay there like they don't see they have caused unwanted tears to drip down my heart like thick raindrops against a window pane.

But I am here and though I promised myself I would never fall again I have and how frustrating is that to make yourself a promise only to succumb to perceived charm from another and oh how that charm will get you and make you think things will be different than the last time because no two people are alike.

You only wake up from that dream, the broken dream on the floor, like someone took a bucket of glacier water and made you dip your whole body within until your blood is ice and your thoughts are numb.

There is nothing like a good and broken heart to remind you that even though no two people are alike their intentions are never good and one is only out to please themselves while you are left on your knees gasping for breathe and clutching your pearls as if that was the only life line you had left.

Its so much better to be isolated, to have nothing to hope for, nothing to believe in because if you don't you will never be disappointed when you find out just when you thought you had a hero they rip the mask off their face to reveal what you couldn't see before with your blinded heart.

Eventually you stop the tears and you stop the bleeding in your soul and you pick up that dream and you bury it under the core of the earth because even with the bleakest of rains and the sunniest of days you know that dream will never resurface to trick you into thinking you actually found what everyone in the world is looking for.

So the only consolation is never letting pain pierce what was once so solid in me and what was once trying to heal has been destroyed by lies and carelessness. I hope it makes them smile knowing that they caused that kind of pain because they never cared anyway.

Maybe their laughter will not haunt me at night when I lay awake looking at the lights gliding across my wall and the shadows dance across my floor and I count each drop that falls from my eyes as if the one before the last can save me from drowning in my misery and they laugh because they feel no pain.

I always thought that when I love you was spoken it would be followed with deeper actions the kind that leave you breathless waiting for more not hurtful words because there is more than one way to abuse a person with an already broken heart.

Then again maybe the pain from long ago still lingers and this is just reaffirmation that just because you think you are ready for something you are really not and never move backwards because you moved forward for a reason.

At the end of the day that dream that I never wanted still lays on the floor staring up at me like a teaser from the worst kind of movie. A love story about this girl who found pain wherever she walked and found what she was looking for all along only now its played by some unknown actress and not me.