My poor dear

You have forgotten how to love

and how to listen

to my perfect words.

You look away and your eyes blur.

You have forgotten me and the sound my voice makes

when i say i care enough. And you don't say anything

You are the soldier that comes back from war to find that life existed before death. But not after.

I have given up all of what i was

and then grew up

and out and away

from all the pain thats holding you so warmly in its arms

you'll leave when your ready..

but you are incapable of loving me right now.