I didn't
I didn't search for him.
I am afraid
I am afraid of him.

What if he isn't like my dream. I will love him what or who he is. But I didn't look for him. He is mad at me. I didn't saw him in my dream tonight. I was sitting on my swing. With an empty swing next to me. The swing was empty and broken. The swing was black. It didn't make sense. The voice is broken. He broke because of me. I didn't look for the voice.

My swing was breaking too. Slowly but painly. Just like my heart. Every night that I'm dreaming and breaking. I can't find him and that's breaking me. The day that the voice will stop I will break. The day the voice breaks my swing will break. And I will be a little teenager with a broken heart. Just a little girl who broke the swing . The one who isn't capable of a relationship. The one that only loves the voice that she hears. She might be a little crazy. But aren't the best ones a bit crazy?