I'm lost in my thoughts. I'm lost in my soul. I'm lost in this world. I'm lost in you. I'm lost in the unrealistic idea that it's you and I against the the universe.
I'm lost.

The I love you stopped a long long time ago. Sometimes I'm tempted to say those three words just one more time. Sometimes when we're together the piercing words almost spill out but in a instant I stop myself.
I stop because I know how you'll reply.
When I hear those two words come out of your mouth I'll be crushed because that was the inevitable outcome for me saying I love you one last time

You were aloof.
You were stolid.
You were distant.
You were mine?

Youth.
Is that all we have?
Is that all we are?
Youth?
Wild, naïve kids, if that's all the world sees then I would much rather be an wise,aged elderly.
This world forgets the youth may be wild, naïve kids but your souls can be wise,aged elderlies.