I wish i knew how to explain..
how much i happen to love you
but, it’s not worth it..
because you cant happen to love me back..
but, i can’t force myself to stop loving you..
its not like that i wish it was tough,
its save me a lot of pain,
torture,
hurt.
and heartbreak.
but, ill go on loving you my dear while you look into her eyes and say that they’re beautiful like you’ve told me before many times actually.
i’ll still be loving you while you caress her with your great love.
i’ll still be loving you as you place that silver ring on her finger.
ill sit here and stare out this empty room into a mirror and think what could i of possibly done.
was it my hair?
the way my lips are in a thin line?
my high cheek bones?
ill sit here and look in this mirror until you come back to me my dear.
i will sit here telling myself that i lost you because of what ive done even though i don’t know what i did to make you run away.
i love you.
love hurts.
i got shot by your bullet and i’m afraid to take the bullet you shot at me out of my heart.