When I say I love you I'm not actually saying I love you
I'm saying the sky above you is always falling unless you're around
I mean the ground is bound by the steps that you walk
So excuse me if it makes you uncomfortable that I'm tiptoeing around you
I found you at your lowest place, anchored myself down so that I could take your space
And now? I'm up at 2 in the morning, writing poetry, and reminiscing on thing that don't evenatter to you anymore
Tearing up floorboards in search of pictures that aren't there
Breaking up my days until I can't remember what reality is
When the earth quakes and I'm still clinging to your ghost that's as close as I get to feeling something

When I say I hate you, I'm not actually saying I hate you
I'm saying that the sky has already fallen, and the floorboards are broken and splintered
Without even a picture to comfort a heart that weighse down
Always hoping that you're coming back for the tattered pieces that you stepped in and left on your way out the door.