If only you would have said “I do”

It seems it is true I am still in love with you,

It rained today everything the water has washed away,

The droplets hit my window pane fighting within,

The wind gushed in joining in the mayhem to push them from their path,

As everything became wet a giant painting of the world,

I sit motionless in front of the television screen,

This life seems to be a passing breeze,

Aimlessly plundering the resources of this world,

No idea where I come from or where I am to go,

Daydreaming about unsung tales of heroes,

Achieving a hollow existence of nothingness,

Everyone smiles everyone cries sometimes they blink,

The skin lies to the world what it doesn’t feel,

Cries of feelings that are not their own,

A well thought strategy of acting in public,

Fake world with fake truth only lies lived,

Sometimes it seems if only I were indeed a book,

A character drawn into a painting or written in a prose,

A fictional being from a fictional world,

For I would know where it aims to lead me,

There would be limitations to this cruel world,

Alas this is not a dream like we all would like to believe,

The reality is harsher than what we actually feel,

No more I would say no more of this life,

But death doesn’t come easy as doesn’t living in this world.