Uninspired, I lie a vacant, lonesome, callous shell. When the wind hits, I am crumbled, crushed, dust in the breeze. I am nothing. I've left no trace, no mark, no meaning in this world, although still cursed with the audacity to plead remembrance.
Everything I've ever told you about me has been a warning. I tried to cool down your warmth. Please don't smile at me again. I can't make you understand how much it's worth.
Everything I feel about you is way too intense. I want to explain it, but it doesn't make any sense.
Anything you say gets repeated infinitely to leave me swimming in a pool of memories, but my arms are tired and now I'm drowning. The thought of you takes the breath out of me.
I'm caving in underneath the weight of what it means. These are the kinds of things I've tried to stop myself from feeling.
Everything I've ever said to you has been a warning. Every single one of them has gone ignored. Please don't smile at me again. I can't handle loving you any more.