a heart doesn't have to be broken to be fixed.
feelings don't have to be shuffled to be mixed.
sometimes you just have to let go of what you never really had,
even when tears start to ooze out and you want it really bad.
but the sweetness in his emerald eyes overthrew you,
and you talked all night long like he already knew you,
but that was now and this is then, a sad surreal omen.
because in the end, a dream is just a dream.
just like that heavy hopeful heart and its ridiculous silent scream.