May 7th Shards

i finally convinced myself that no matter the many love letters i write you, however beautifully crafted they may be, whatever they may awaken inside you, these things do not mean a thing. they do not mean a thing because you are not here in this heart. you never had and you never will because you never can love me back in that special way. it does not matter even if you choose to stay or be captured and imprisoned in this dungeon heart that i have filled of you for the longest time in the short time i decide to be yours. it does not matter because i am not one to hold you against my will, to tie myself with bonds that are too frail to last and are repulsive for my self-respect. and should i succumb to the pathetic urges of my soul, it would not matter still because you'd break free. it is so you to shatter through the crumbling resolve of my love. it is so you to hurt someone like me as anyone who loves truly knows, as any romantic knows. you are the stuff that unfulfilled dreams are made of and destroyed for. and so be it.