I can't make you love me.
I never could, never will, never can.
We were different.
Not like the rest.
We were special.
And we were special because we are broken.
The special bond that brought us together,
our brokenness and longing;
that is our undoing.
It is for something each other aren't and will never be.
Both of us holding on to two things that are dead.
Not only you and I,
But Him and Her as well.