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I tell them

of how much I love you.

How I know

we are meant for each other.

The way out hands

seem to fit perfectly together.

Our bodies seem to mold

into a shappe that was orginally one.

How our lips seal to eachother.

Our embraces cure our sadness.

How everytime I look at you

it feels like that day we first met.

My heart skipping beats;

my mind sutmbling.

Aimlessly my eyes wandering your body.

I fell in love,

but I am glass

stained with your love.

From an old building 

that was already falling apart.

I shatter,

because I had a million cracks

and you are just one more.

My heart still skipping;

One beat too many.

When they ask

how you make me feel,

I hate telling them.

You make me feel invisible,

the way you forget me.

I am pathetic.

Weak knees in your sight.

I am your puppy dog,

who cannot do anything without you.

My collar choking me;

you make it hard to breathe

past the endless nights

sobbing untill the sleeping pills kick in.

You make me want to get high,

so I can pretend like I'm ok.

Because my head will be in the clouds,

rather than imagining you.

You make me want to get black out drunk,

so I can wake up

with a good reason to hate myself.

Because I feel pathetic

feeling this way about you.

So I want to be hungover.

My heading pounding;

Alcohols fault,

or yours?

I won't know.

But I'll sleep it off,

or maybe just sleep forever.

I can stop feeling,

just stop feeling anything.

All I feel is pain.

The heartbreak

of being in love with you.

My mental pain

becoming physical,

as I scatch away

any skin you may have touched.

The sting

of air on an open wound.

Taking in oxygen

that just continues to damage

my already wounded heart.

So I stop.

Holding my breath,

waiting.

For what, I do not know.

You?

Love?

Love back? 

Maybe I am waiting for something

you could never give me.

Maybe I met the wrong you.