My words drip upon thin air, each one, more painful than the last, as they vanish into the emptiness of your heart and soul, which has been my only refuge since I dove into your dark coffee eyes for the very first time.
I have bruises on my hands, throbbing lips from all my yelling, muscles too tired to keep fighting, and a body lacking of a soul it's very own, which has been lost between all my mortifying effort to try to convince you of something you don't know of, something you're afraid to understand and probably incapable of holding it in your cold bare hands...
But now i know better; love should be felt, not understood.
So i give up, i'm tired of killing myself trying to make you see something thats big and bright as the sun that shines ahead of us. My poems, my words, my passion, my honesty, my actions, my devotion and dediction to you apperantly weren't enough ... but baby, that's all i have left, so now i'm saying goodbye with the small strength that remains in me. I'm hurt and broken by your
disbelief due to your lack of courage but i know i will be okay because i'm not the one who's afraid of love.