Love. Period

As myself, I've often questioned what Love is, why it exists... IF it exists, but I already know these things. The act of questioning these things makes me think about them more throughly though. I wish I hadn't though, but here's my sorry excuse for an explanation.

I Love You, and I know you used to love me too.
I can't see you anymore, can't feel or hear you. You've gone, but not from me. This place is hollow and faded, gray-washed and empty.

I'm glad you left, I was holding you back. You needed someone and I couldn't pick up the slack. You're wonderful and beautiful, you'll find someone soon. Someone who can take care of you and support you too.

I've had many nights without sleep, calling your name, I know you haven't gone through the same. I wouldn't wish it upon you, nor would I put you to blame. It's my fault and my shame.

I just want to say, one more time. That I love you to death, and I suck and rhymes.



Rough drafts should never be published, I'll break that rule because I'm lazy.