the words spilled from her mouth

here i sit,
as my best friend,
tells me
you have another.

i shouldn’t care.
but i do.

no matter how hard i try,
the poetry for you in which i write,
never ceases.
it just keeps pouring out of my soul.
it sometimes seems as if,
the poetry i write for you is what keeps my heart beating.
what keeps me breathing.

but now, what am i supposed to do?
her?
seriously?
do you think she will love you?
do you really think she will love you?
please tell me.

it’s hard to think of you with another
because we used to be so in love with each other.

it’s been a long time since we last spoke,
but it feels as if all the memories of us i have were just made yesterday.

you have another.
who will never,
ever,
love you in the way i could.

but my question for you is,
will you love her in the way you could towards me?

I'd like to be alone,
but I don't want to be lonely.

I'd like to be in hope,
but I don't want to be hopeless.

I'd like to be in love,
but I don't want to be broken.

I'd like to be sad,
but I don't want to be weak.

So sweet is your name
Gently crossing my tongue
With visions of love

So beautiful are your eyes
The stories they tell
With visions of love

So perfect is your voice
Tempting my heart to fall
With visions of love

So gentle is your touch
Sending tingles down my spine
With visions of love

So amazing are the thoughts
Of you and I dancing alone
With visions of love

Oh but the sweetest of moments
Looking deep onto your eyes
With visions of love

And love and love
And love