Everytime, I write a word,
I think of the things,
Between us.
Your love,
My hate,
The truth,
And less,
Importantly...
The miles,
It makes me sad,
Just to admit,
I love you,
so damn much,
yet not every tear,
was cryed for you,
not every cut was,
caused by you,
yet most of my,
mixed up thoughts,
evolve solely,
around you,
for you might,
have hurt me,
made me cry,
you might have,
thought I really,
hate you, I dont,
Because in reality,
even though I,
know I shouldn't,
i really do love you. |