Dear ----,
Why do you torment me like this? One day it seems that your love for me couldn't burn any more passionate and then you seem bored everytime we're together; your eyes wandering as if looking for something to cherish. Sometimes you make me feel special... Other times you make me feel completely useless! I want to strangle you! To choke the truth from you! Is it love or is it lust?! TELL ME! Your incompatant behavoir, how wise you may seem to be, rattles away at my mind! How can you miss my love when I bare it proudly on my sleeve, brightly in my eyes and endearingly in every smile I share! I'm here! I'm real! And I'm waiting! Look at me! See me as I am! And if after this you still feel nothing but a passing lust then fucking tell me! The missing answer eats away at my soul! So ether love me or leave me to heal, because I can't take this much more...
From,
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