Dedicated post. For the seashell.
Misunderstood.
Do you think I was talking about you? Maybe so.
I don't hate you. I
never have or will.
It's been a long journey. On a rocky road.
We all began with good intent. When love was raw and young.
Time changes my dreaming. Illusions fading away.
Like a torn curtain to the inner courts.
Where the mystery is revealed.
Never been seen. Unravelled like the spires of smoke in the sky.
In the lonely light of morning..
In the wound that would not heal
It's the bitter taste of losing everything
I've held so dear.. I don't want to lose you.
Never want to lose you.
But I cannot hold on any longer.
I had the strength. Now all is left is skin and bones.
I had the passion. It fades away each passing morn.
I had the spirit. All that remains is my vile husk.
Desecrated.
Forsaken.
Forgotten.
I'd never give up I said. You were my seashell.
In the huge ocean. Boundless sea.
I feel like I'm drowning. Finding that shell.
I thought it would save me. I never doubted so.
Now it clouds in my mind. Like sweet myrrth at a wake of time.
Don't think I've forgotten. My love is true.
But now I've learnt my lesson.
This love had been my passion. Now it remains cold.
I've learnt to place things in order. You're not my first. Neither last.
Understand I've been hurt and broken.
Do you really know. How it felt. How it rends your heart. Makes you cold?
The terror of a never-ending chasm waiting at the mouth of darkness.
It's been a long and rocky road. It's been a tedious trek.
Yet I still perservere. My road. My path. For you.
I love you. But.
Do you?
I know you don't. Ask my why do i bother.
Maybe I love running this race.
Should I run on. Knowing that there will be no Gold at the end?
Should I give up? It'll never be the same again.
It was my fault. I'm growing colder each passing day.
I'm so sorry.. I don't want to be this way..
How many tears must i shed. For tomorrow to be a better day?
How many paper cranes must i fold. For my sorrows to go away?
Take with you my wings of flight. Yet your presence lingers with me.
- Tell me. Should I carry on. Your love stands strong with him -
Postscript. You are not the one who shows fake concern. 
