Willing

My aspirations are quickly turning into desperation which is adding to the frustration that I can't make my declaration to with you. Every moment we're apart slowly breaks me down inside. Constantly chipping away, to a point where I can't even hide, from you, from myself, or anyone else. I can't keep trying to act like every things alright. Even though I keep trying with all my might, to up appearance's, to fight the good the fight.But I'm losing. Losing the battle between love and hate. See, I'm trying to demonstrate the image of what we think a women with a broken heart should be. But after many attempts I seem to be failing miserably. All I need is the love of my life to come back to me. To hold me, console me, tell me every things OK. To love me slowly and take away all my pain. I want for us to get to a point where we have nothing to lose but everything to gain. Where our love never remains the same but is constantly growing, to a point where in every glance it seems to be showing. People off the street would know without even knowing. But it seems I'm stuck in a lovers hell. Constantly losing my mind in my own personal jell cell. Where the expression on my face is telling my secrets without me having to open my mouth. My mental and emotional state is constantly headed south. I can't keep this going. This fa-sod, this fake idea that I want to be just friends. When you know all I want to do is make amends and be with you. Baby I am willing to change my whole outlook. Why can't you see that it's true. That my mind, my body, and my soul is nothing unless it's loving you.