i keep talking about all this love bullshit and stuff but sometimes i want it back. sometimes i want the pain again. sometimes i want the longing and the desire and the hopelesness of it all. most of all, i want back the hope, the dream, the lie, or whatever it really is.

but still.. sometimes.. just like a drug.. you wish you could sample it one more time.
you know it's damaging and futile..but it's great for the few minutes it lasts..

sometimes.

How often is it that we look at an ex-lover,
And wonder what happened to the person,
Whom we used to love so deeply?

Sometimes we spoke on the phone,
And I would wonder,
Who is this familiar stranger I am talking to?
Sometimes when I look at her,
I would wonder,
Where the hell has her new partner,
Taken the person I used to loved?

When people lose their hearts,
Do they also lose their souls?