Where you go i will go

An end.

Someone once said you get two loves in your life. I feel my second attempt at love is slowly coming to an end. This one, an everlasting scar, and a forever reminder of what could've been. A bittersweet heartache that is steadily taking its toll on my insides. A repeating cycle, one i know too well from past experiences, where my appetite begins to leave me, and my heart ceases to yearn for life. I can feel the color on my face begin to wither away, and already i've begun to hate the nicest things about life. I hate the way i've put all my eggs in one basket and slowly start to realize i should've been more cautious right from the start. I cant imagine going through this again. Liar. my heart of hearts told me this was it. My search was over, i knew it right from the start. So i begin to wonder where to go from here. The wound is there, the pain is real. Its amazing- ecstacy- when its alive.