melancholy dreams (Preview)

cycle of love

Your laughter meant more to me than my own.
Your sadness pained me more than sitting on a throne of prickly roses.
Watching you grow was like the beauty of watching a seed grow into a beautiful flower.
Your touch was like laying on pillows made of satin and silk
Yet as years went by I watched your eyes dim from emptiness
I felt myself slip away everyday being reminded of how much you fell out of love with me.
And in love with her.
In love with her laughter
Pained by her sadness
And drawn by her touch
Maybe...
I made the mistake of loving you before loving myself.

-where should love start