It's gotten to that point.
Every second I'm thinking of you and what you are doing.
Who are you talking to?
Why isn't it me?
Questions that can't be answered, because the answer will destroy me.
I know you don't feel the same,
But I love you.
My head aches at the thought of our separation
Where are you?
Why aren't you at home?
Who are you with?
Is it her, it should be me...
What has she done for you other than bring you agony and anger.
She led you on.
I don't understand, is it really her?
I need you.
Your heart, your warmth, your smile and those beautiful eyes.
Those. God. Damn. Eyes.
I can't help but stare and get lost.
But I don't understand.
No one sees what I see.
It will kill me.