Your love is like acid, it melts me, brings me to death, slowly painfully.
You say "I dont know if I love you like you love me." You know I'm crying but you ask me anyways.
I'm only in tears because I am here, obsessing, wondering about the next move.
I say to you "If you think you might love me, then take a chance." He sighs and stops talking.
My tears bead down my face,
My tears bring his words to life,
My tears are corrosive they burn,
My tears emphasize his fear.
His words are always written in stone,
His words are life or death,
He knows what to say but not what to do,
His words emphasive my pain.
He calls me
"Come over"
I arrive
He pushes me on the bed
We exchange
Love, Lust, Pain, and Fear
We lay down in his bed
No "I love you"'s were said.
I get up, go home
I burn his pictures,
His phonenumber,
His memory from my head.
You can't F*** with me anymore.