Tell Me Why.

Tell me why do I have to miss you when you leave.
Why do these thoughts linger with-in my head.
Of things I can't really explain to you.
Is it supposed to hurt, knowing and thinking I am the only one that feels it.
Am I supposed to want to be with you, and not know why.
And if so, why does it hurt when everything f u c k s up when you aren't here.
And how come no one gets through to me like you do.
So many questions shift about in my mind, never willing to be answered.
These lips of mine shall not speak of the thoughts I keep.
And the blood from this already broken heart, never fails to bleed out.
Staining my hands with sorrow, and hatred of wondering whys.
I fail to understand, why I fall for people I know won't fall for me back.
I can only hope, that everything soon improves.
And my frown turns into a smile, before it's to late.