Laying here thinking about all the things I love about you. And trying to put all the words in there right place, but I just can’t seem to do it right. My mind and heart is on two different pages. Not knowing if I should love you or just walk away from the pain a hand of time. Feeling like my world is on the edge and is about to fall to its death. Why do I feel so much sorrow where I should be feeling love?

Why must it feel like I’m dying each time I look at you, my heart and soul just can’t handle the painful lies of words cashing into my heart. Not knowing what the next lie is going to bring, just turning my cries to laughter each time someone walks into the door. Everyday I ask myself why I should keep up the act of love when love is the main thing missing, from my heart and my soul.

Wishing you could just look into my eyes deeper then anyone before you, just hoping that you can see the pain and sorrow that lies beneath them. Only if you would stop and think about of how the pounding of your heart beats with mine. Forget the regret of not knowing way our love didn’t last nor should you regret the pain that is still to come fourth.