Do you like breaking hearts?
Do you like watching me suffer?
It's been like this from the start.
Yet you always look for another.
My skin feels like it's set aflame.
And the pain won't go away.
My chest heavy with weight.
And my heart continuously aches.
But it's okay.
It's okay.
I'm fine.
I'll still stay with you.
I'll still talk with you.
I'll still love you.
Because each moment beside you just lessens this agony.
But leaves me yearning for more.
This is my personal hell.
My perpetual torment.
That I allow myself here willingly.
For the slimmest chance.
The slightest hope.
One time.
One day.
This will be worth it.
However, keep in mind.
Anything worth obtaining isn't easy to get.
So don't count me out on this yet.