You have too much soul to be handled by someone who has never been passionate.
See love, I don't mean to downplay your love but i have a heart susceptible to emotion and i just have tap my fingers and let the sky fall
As I write, the hand writing this letter aches for you, your soul and the passion you possess, my entire being devoted  to passion, enlightenment and soul through melodies sung for Melanie, I sing and let the sky fall. My heart entwined with my mind has your face embedded in the most sacred parts of my subconscious, sacred derived from the thought of never showing you the passion and soul behind these eyes, the fire within my hands. there's more to me than what the eye sees, the mind thinks and the heart skips, everything you're looking for us here in this box filled with passion, be pandora, open the chest and let the passion devour your entire being

From lengthy conversations to small talk being the new deep..lost generation..
I could never love you deserving.
I could never make it beautiful either. You walked away, I commend you on the well executed escape plan.
the contemplating, gun to the head girl, was not granted the pleasure of seeing your long black hair blow in the wind with the willows. all i could do was put the phone down.

-catharsis.
Cyphers , seeking enlightenment.

the anger consumed me and i could no longer hold or bare the sight of you
the fire raging in my eyes, my fists , causing me to tremble like never before
the anger consumed me i let you see that part of me, directed to you, it was not, the impending thought of how my arms couldn't cradle you as I should have
the anger consumed and took the ability of loving you as you should away.
i cannot tell how much it hurts, it doesn't, paper beats rock, anger beats sadness and the nothingness ? that beats me.

shewrites.
fingers tapping, typing.
heavy hearts, i cannot breathe.
tell me what do to do with the unfeeling in my fingers? how do i cry over things that seem meaningless. Sometimes letting go is the best thing.
I'm not worth ****, I'm not good for anyone. I ******* see this, the unfeeling in my hands prevents me from feeling anything but anger.
Susceptible to emotions? not a ******* chance.
When breathing on my own becomes the hardest thing ever.
Pill popping puppy, leave me to not feel. **** happens.