Once I have droped you off at home and I get back to mine I find that I miss you then more than any other time, knowing that you were just there, still being able to smell you is almost more than I can bear.

I think we might have something, something true....why is it then that you must be so far away?

What do you do when the one you love loves someone else?

What do you do when your whole world falls down around you and everything you thought you knew is lost?

Why is it that all it takes is one word, put into one line, to tear your heart apart.

Questions cloud my thoughts
I begin to fill with doubt
Did he really like me
Or was it simply lust
Did he really love me
Or did it melt to dust

"It's nothing," you say.
"It's always something." I reply, as I walk away.

The day I watched you walk out that door, was the day my heart was torn into a million pieces.

You said you would never let me go, and blindly I believed you.

I wouldn't change what we had, even if I had the choice.