Ghost of my beating heart.

Sometimes I delve into my thoughts like I delve into your brown eyes. 

Listen to my heart beating whose rhythm only spells your name.

The skin on my hand tingles in anticipation as I think about touching you. Holding you.  being embraced like a child.

I close my eyes,  trying to get a hint of your cologne.
Crazy? 
Maybe. 

But it doesn't matter.

I smile. You're here.  

Maybe not physically,  but in a deeper way.  I can feel you. Hell,  I can even see you. 

You're there with me in everything I do. May it be just a chore. I know you enough to imagine you sitting beside me with your legs tucked under you,  commenting on my very move.

Sometimes,  I can't wait to see you.
I grow restless.  But I know that it's worth it.
I sleep peacefully because I'm assured that I'll see you the next day.
It's a sweet kinda love. But it's agonizing too.

Because when you reluctantly leave my side,  the ghost of my beating heart almost runs after you only to be reined by the hope that I'll see you again tomorrow.

Keep dreaming!

You've broken me.

You've broken me.
Several times. Several places.
 But I've been able to gather my pieces back together and fit them in their right places.

But I'm afraid. I'm afraid because it is meant to happen and it will.
 One day, you'll break me so bad, like a china doll, that I'll not be able to put myself back together and the darkness, I've accumulated over the years, will start spilling.
People around me will be able to see the true face behind my mask.
 And that's exactly what I fear.
 Because there is no face.
There's just a broken shell of a girl, who ended herself in the peak of love. 

Keep Dreaming!