it is hell to have loved someone- to know you love them right now, still- so much and for so long, and to realize you don't actually feel them loving you back.
if you turn onto a one-way street in the wrong direction, it is still dangerous, against the law even if you didn't see the sign. and just because i love and my love is accepted does not mean i'm on a two-way street.
now i'm crushed. between metal and metal i'm crushed. in flashes, when you speak, i see myself chewed between your teeth.
so when you light up when you smile when i say in some way that i love you, you are also the oncoming headlights, appearing suddenly, coming at me on the highway.