Love is not,
Something we choose,
It's a terminal disease,
There is no cure,
It takes over,
Becoming ever-present,
Even when it's gone,
It's still a part of you,
And sometimes the only way to get through,
Is to pretend it doesn't **** you,
To walk away

It's not that I'm convinced,
That you will leave,
Even though it's inevitable,
I just don't trust myself enough,
To believe you won't

Take me with you,
When you dream,
I can't stand,
To see you close your eyes

You're the first,
And the last thing on my mind,
You're in the rain,
And in the sky,
You replace the emptiness,
And keep the darkness away,
You're the reason,
I'm still breathing,
I love you

When I lie awake,
Night after night,
In the hours,
Before sleep finally comes,
I wonder,
If this could possibly be real

Sometimes,
I'm afraid to take my eyes,
From the mess of cracked asphalt,
And torn leaves,
Beneath my feet,
Just incase,
The sky isn't really falling

The worst part of love,
Is realizing breathing,
Is no longer enough