A Beautiful Breakdown

As I wander through these empty halls,
My footfalls echoing in the silence,
I hear your voice,
But don't see your face.
I sence your presence,
But don't feel your touch.
White engulfs me.
I touch the walls,
And they are cold.
I can see nothing different ahead of me,
But I walk forward anyway.
And that's when it hits me.
This is not a dream.
This is how loving you has always been.
It just took me untill now to realize it.
You never meant it.
Not once.
You had me going, though.
In reality, this is how you always felt.
Cold,
Raw,
Emotionless.
Empty.
And in knowing this,
It does hurt.
Simply because of the all of me that I gave to you.
But,
Now I see.
It is all just a game to you.
And maybe they're right.
You weren't worth my time then,
And you're not worth my pain now.
I am stronger then that.
Maybe stronger then I think.
And it's time for me to go it alone for a while.
To find myself.
To stop fearing.
I DON'T need you.
Suddenly, color inches over the barren white desert walls.
Red, orange, pink, blue.
They melt, dripping over the emptiness,
And heat rises from the floor.
Suddenly I am surrounded by brick walls,
Exposed pipes,
Hard wood floors,
Metal statues reflecting light beaming through the windows
And in the center of a raised platform,
A white canves on an easle.
The only white in the room.
Buckets of paint at my feet,
And brushes in my hands.
Free to do what I want,
To create a new reality,
One which is not hindered by you.
The perfect place
Saturated by art and color,
With a city out my window,
No need to sleep,
No need to cry,
I have work to do.
Goodbye, Love.