i do not know
it is me being too much
or
it is he being so careless

all i know was
it is hard to forgive
but i keep repeating
the same thing

forgive
hurted
forgive
hurted
forgive
hurted
hurted
hurted
hurted

why love can be so painful?

do you ever think of me?
i think about you all the time.

In sync they walk arm in arm
Along the tracks of an unused farm
Stabbing pains are in my chest
As I see their love at its best
Little do they know the joy they radiate
Or the pain in my heart from my own mothers fate

I wish that was me
That sweet synergy
Of arm in arm
Love in love
Together
Bonded
More than
The sum of its parts

Love,

I cannot

forgive

You
until I

forgive

Myself
for
loving
You

Stop invading all the corners of my mind.

Love?

The form of hearts, burning like a morning star,
Its striking but countless. When its given to less
We race it, within threat, envy, and precision

The solid beautify of taste,
The peculiar feelings of warmth.

And yet we wonder why we **** for it

Her heart was a maple tree
So full of love it spilled out of her
like beautiful syrup.
Until he came.
Taking everything for his own use
all because,
She loved too much.