What is expected to be felt in my heart? I have gaven you my love and it seems torn apart. Ripped away into something I thought it could be. Oddly here I am still waiting for that in which I cant see. Going on and on into nothingness. Everything seeming nothing that what I want less. Feelings for a part of another. Wishing for a thought of the other. The thought to be the same as mine. Dont feel like you feel the same like its all made into twine. Twirled up into a twister of feelings and thoughts. Hurled into the air and tangled into knots. One day this pain will pass by. Soon I wish it was, but hope to never ask why.