Waiting for the Other Shoe to Drop.

That moment we've all been waiting for.
It's finally here.
My heart torn to little bits.
My pride and dignity intact but what's the use?
Won't keep me warm at night.
It's hard realizing that they aren't the right one.
It's even harder having to be the adult and tell them.
The whole time after waiting for a protest..or just wanting to take your words back.
It was the same thing with him.
It's the same with all of them.
I guess we were just two people hanging out.
It was comfortable but that's about all.
There was no dazzle, like the clouds.
No security, like the lucky ones.
There wasn't even promise.
Hope falls out.
My dreams are up in the air.
All that I know is I don't care anymore.
Perhaps I'll stop sleeping with the enemy, and start getting to know myself more.