Love Is The Slowest Form Of Suicide


youll never know how much i truly care
youll only notice when im no longer there
i wont be there when you need me the most
youll look back and only see a ghost

a ghost of what once could have been real
id give you my heart, you wouldnt have to steal
but no you had to let me go
do know you know you will never know

what i felt when i looked upon your face
how each and every one of your kisses had a certain taste
how i died every time you cried
how your smile made it worth the while

how your voice was my song of choice
and how your touch made me hurt so much

i wanted to cry every time i kissed you
i wanted to die when we said godbye
i hate the way i loved you
i hate the way i lost you
even though i never really had you

i wish for a day you could see you through my eyes
then you would know why they tear up inside

because wile everyone hates and discriminates i sit here an
procrastinate on how to make you love me the way i do you

but i know it will never happen because i knwo you dont love me
but i wish i could do something to just make you see me

see how many scars your words can leave
and all i wanted to do is make you believe
i love you like no one else will
and yet you walk away form me still

im sorry for my imperfections but that makes me me
and if you would just open your eyes you would see
your actions sway on verge of love or hate:
but you will never know how much i love you untill its too late

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Scarlatan, in the year 480 AF.