Heartbroken poem

Oh, how the mighty have fallen. 

I want to cry. 

I want to fall to weakness. 

But I must care for the weaker. For the sicker. 

I must suppress my pain. 

Until I am alone. 

When I am, I shall let my tears fall. 

I shall let my loneliness take me. 

Take me to new realms. 

To new worlds. 

To my fantasy life. 

I drift where my imagination takes me. 

I see shadows. Shadows of what could've been. 

Blurs of what should've been. 

Specks of myths that shall never come true. 

They all have happier times. 

Success. 

Love. 

You. 

And the wind takes me, tears me, and I land in the reality of my pain. 

The emptiness. 

Hopelessness. 

Where love has faded. 

Where success is on the line. 

And I fall, as the wind pushes me down an abyss. 

How hard it is to hold your tears. 

How terrible it is not to enjoy anything. 

The sweet tastes sour. 

The flavorful tastes flavorless. 

How is it that love drives us?

And here comes the mighty wind, pushing me again. 

Thus, I land on my reality, where tears stain my face heavily and my breath is caught. 

Where I lie cold, alone, numb, destroyed, in a bed... feeling the excruciating absence of your touch.