turning point

like a leaf releasing itself from a tree and drifting in the cold winter air, i have to let you go.  but letting you go isnt as easy as the world suggests as if its as simple as the sun setting.  But the sun and moon are at war for attention and they fight the good fight but ultimately the sun goes down and the world descends to darkness in much the same way as my heart loses sight of you.  All thats left are these feelings and i dont know what im feeling anymore. i had these hopes for the future that one day we'd end up together but maybe this is out night, our darkness, the end to our story.  The night is long and cold and i keep waiting for the sun to rise anew and begin again but maybe this was out last sunset. too deep in opposite directions in much the same way the east and west never meet maybe this will never be. my heart holds onto hope but its lies masquerading as hope because its not supposed to be this difficult. if you want this id like to believe youd have said something since the day i met you, youd run to me in the mist of all this chaos and utter the words that my ears have longed for, your words would kiss my ears as i fall into your embrace, meeting lips for the first in the most long overdue moment in the history of any love story. but maybe the title is wrong, maybe the words never come out right and this is our chaos, our lost hope

maybe this is really our horror story.