I will never get tired of loving you.

I didn't mean to,


and I'm so terribly sorry for what I've caused.

If hindsight had two eyes
To look ahead
And look behind
I'm sure then
I'd realize at

How much I needed you

Before it is
I let you go
In the passion
Of the throe
I wish then
What I now know is

How much I needed you

Before my world
Came undone
Before I learned
The meaning of true love
Before I knew
How much the cost was in

How much I needed you

Now that it all
Is different
At the very
Bitter end
All I can think of
Is back then and

How much I needed you

God how I miss you.

I rather get a text from you,
saying "I miss you"
then a text confessing
"I love you."
from anyone else.

Memories haunt the mind,
Of a time with blood and grime,
Games of torture and games of the mind.

These are the memories that haunt my mind.

It's funny really, How reality can seem fa k  e,
How Nothing ever is what it se e  m     s.
How the most broken ma s   k     s,
Can still hide a l l o f t h e d e t a i l s ,
In the picture.

And yet, They never knew they were looking at the wrong picture to began with.

Now picture this-