I guess they'd ask why
Why did you spend all this time
I can only ask
Have you ever loved so much that
You felt your entire heart could stop
Could you tell me
That such feelings don't exist
That they don't matter
Like the moments the sun shines upon the walls?
If I could feel all this love
Never to have it returned
Then, truly love could mean nothing
I hate how much I don't hate you. How you push and pull against me, like I were the sea, and you were afraid you could drown. I hate the mental mazes of your mind, how much I love your own tricks that I pretend that they are real. How could I allow myself to love you and still be this separate, like you're a product of my imagination and everything short of real?