It's unfair to me and to you to everyone that has cared and was unaware and to who had a dare to loved me more more then just a freind I understand its unjust but as you lean in close my heart doesnt reach out it dosnt speed up when you hold me close and so I flee when you call me dear understanding I beg you be I'm still waiting to like you as you start to love me I'm sorry my heart doesn't beat it never has and I fear it never will The butterflys in my stomach must be in their cocoons my lungs must be in good condition for I never have trouble breathing and my heart must be dead because I never feel it beating