pain is a familiar feeling…
when you feel it all the time…
and love is a fleeting emotion…
when the journey is an impossible climb…
sweating fevers and a falling out…
but you…
you still say in more than words what we were about…
it kills me what could have been…
when love was a fantasy I thought you held within…
love unreturned…it’s the most painful kind…
and yours was one burned on the walls of my broken mind…
it was a lifetime ago…
you killed me in more ways than you will ever know…
