Fool

Am I a fool? A fool for hoping, for holding on, for believing. Holding on to something, that is falling apart, hoping that we'll pull through, believing in love. So many nights I spent, looking at photos of you, longing for only you, terrified of the nightmares. I used to find, peace and comfort, now I find longing, an empty space. I used to feel love and safety, now I feel empty, feels like forgetting, and misplacing something. When it's dark, I no longer feel strong, I feel weak and vulnerable, afraid of the dark of the nightmares.