Why am I breaking my back for this,
mistaking "good" days for progress?
Why am I killing myself for you,
when you couldnt care less?
Why do I choose all of this stress,
just to feel your breath on my neck...



          ...your skin on my skin...

              
                                         ...hear your voice in my head...

...your hand in my hand?

Why have I done this again and again?
Cant we just pretend this doesnt hurt and mend?
Why am I still running around like this,
acting like I still have something to prove?


                                           ?

I Love You.