It should have never been a goodbye.

A 'see you later' or maybe even that of a 'see you soon' would have been nice to hear..

Though we know i'm filthy, I am nothing more than what they say about me.
A "Weak link" a "Useless dime"

Yet again I keep thinking back to you, My sweet Valentine..
—the one whom had been more than made to be mine, the one I shall tear my heart out from its chest for even a moment equity. (so to speak)

It hurts me on the inside. the more I think, the more I ponder senselessly.
My darling, my flame within the darkness of night: my new chance to embrace life.

You say you love me, yet I find myself being unable to believe you my dear.
Quite the blasphemy coming from the tongue from one as lowly and vile, once again. A unremovable stain from within mothers new carpet.

—can you love me like I love you? Is it so much to yearn for??
Even if it can be too much to requite from you, can you do it anyway???

I'm getting tired of this. The little charade that leaves the both of us staring into the darkness of night, the prolonged (the longing) gazes with those eyes.

Those eyes with that gaze whom threatens to envelop my entire being, the same eyes that slowly burn me from the inside.