Overly romanticized is my drama for the night. This is worthless to you, non-sensical even or just plain trash. Sir, you don't have to read but you're still reading. The pain probably would not even show itself in these strings of words that I try to form into comprehensible sentences. They could come emotionless, untruthful, worse, overly used. and yes you are still reading.

I do not want to love anymore. I sense eyebrows lifting and apathy. I will use the adjectives hurt and alone to send various mental images. I don't know how I can love anymore or if i can even have another love again like how I used to. Difficult it is to find that one, its even harder to believe.

The world can be full of lies, my love was or could have been a lie. I sense that everything about me is unreal, untruthful even to myself and it could be that my pain, this pain is a lie too. This is my pain - the hurt I try to miscontrue, my hurt, my drama for tonight, my tears with the sound of your applause.