Breaking Expression

The moment you feel your tendons yanking away at each other in every single limb on your body and your weary bones threaten to shatter with the slightest touch; The moment you find yourself loosing your breath with every single sigh. The moment you grow deaf upon your surroundings and all you hear and see are visions of the torment of being apart. The moment you sense the slightest bit of change and your colorful world filled with wondrous shades and hues. Is suddenly dull and grey. The moment you let go of the things you love and cherish most and suddenly stop. The moment you feel death knocking on your front door and when you come to. It was only the mailman. The moment you dread any little mistake you make. The moment you begin to loathe your existence. The moment you can't feel anything but the past of what use to be a compelling and overwhelming gracious happiness. The moment you begin to despise any and all things dealing with any kind of romance. The moment you dwell on a little ray of hope or as some might say the little string of fate and suddenly the little rays of hope disperse and the string suddenly snaps and oh! How you fall! The moment you seek for some kind of solace and instead find a temporary fix from within the dark corners of your mind and stay affixed to the idea of regret and disgust. Confusing lust for the idea of a love you had long lost. The moment you think perhaps it is all within your conscience and you were weak and then you think with such a great insensitivity for yourself and others. You loose yourself. The moment you feel yourself crashing and burning into bittersweet nothing's and heart felt delights. The moment you open your eyes and realize the game you have unintentionally decided to play and now must face every single consequence. The moment you remember the reason behind it all and finally decide its best left in the memory and walk out the door to prepare yourself for a brand new day. The moment you look within yourself and tell yourself it's going to be okay. The moment you keep telling yourself that things are better this way. The moment you realize you are destroying yourself over this. The moment you realize maybe no amount tears are enough for this kind of guilt or pain. The moment you walk into a restaurant and finally catch a break. The moment you slip up and think of them together. The moment you look up and see there is so much more to life than just this person. The moment you realize you can do whatever you please and how you please with or without them. The moment you feel salvation and solace and wish them their best in the secrets within your pages at home. The moment you pick up the phone and say. Goodbye.