I have something important to tell you.
What is it?
I can't tell you. I have to show you.
Show me what?
My tired heart.
My empty head.
My throbbing veins.
My aching pains.
My dying breaths.
My waiting love.
My loving eyes.
I don't understand.
I know.
I know.
That's why it's so hard to see you
come and go
knowing nothing
of the things I feel
the nights I held myself
cried myself into numbness
found a place to rest my head
and think to myself
how can I be so stupid?
They say Love is good
Love is everything.
How can this be my everything
when I just want to die
when you're here
and when you're not?
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