I fell and I fell hard.
I could have broken every bone in my body.
And maybe I did.
That would explain why it's so hard for me to move from rock bottom.

It's the same story, over and over and over and over again.
I fall
You fall (but not for me)
I fall harder
You leave.

You really are the epitome of beautiful.
You really are the epitome of handsome.
You really are the epitome of      
lovely.

Your eyes
Blue
Happy
Hopefully
Not dull in the slightest.

Your smile
Large
Ear to ear
Heart melting
Too much to bare.

Why didnt I love you before you loved somone else?