Do you still care or does the thoughts that go on inside your head tell a different tale from the one you tell me in bed. Holding me tight but you feel a million miles from here. Slipping inside my head from the memories half unread. Forgetting how things used to be now they are just broken dreams. Is there a part of me that's missing? Or am I just empty. I need your love but it's not comforting but I reject it so openly. I need you to care and you do but I can't see how? I'm so worthless and Lonely but you still love me. How can that be? How can someone so powerful and pure love anyone like me. But there is something about you that makes me feel so pure and good not like I'm some nothing destined to be ****** for all eternity. You call me love and beautiful. And that's what I am. I am loved and beautiful.