All I want to do is scream: Everything is not all right.

All I want to do is cry when the tears form behind my eyes.

All I want to do is trust.

All I want to do is stop hurting every time I see his face and have my mind backtrack to the perfect opportunity I had.

All I want to do is forget.

All I want to do is be loved as much as I love.

All I want to do is hear him say: "It's always been you"

All I want to do is move forward.

All I want to do is break free.

I've broken free.

I've escaped from the wrath of my broken heart and have moved on. I see another who has the potential to upstage all of your romance.

He cares for me.

How much?

I don't know. I probably will never know.

But I know it's more than you do.

And, dare I say it, he cares more than you ever did.

Even in our past.

Backstage, exchanging our hearts.

Darkness exposing painful truths and hiding appearances.

Filled with artificial light.

The stage is my haven.

Empty of myself.

Full of my character.

Act the scene

Run from reality

Find freedom.

Find passion.

Find reality of your happiness; of my happiness

A common love of each other and the limelight.

You just don't understand the fullness of it do you?

You were my everything; no short of my everything.

Carrying on, adding to all I never knew before.

All I want to do is scream: "It's over"

But I know it would all be a lie.