Please. Just this once, let me be strong.

Why don't you open up your eyes? These are more than passing glances. Why don't you say what's on your mind? Cause I'm taking all the chances. If I'm not everything you want, if I'm not everything you need,
then you can walk right out the door, and you can walk right out on me.

Because sometimes you have to step outside the person you've been and remember the person you were meant to be. The person you wanted to be. The person you are.

This is my face, I've got a thousand opinions and not the time to explain.

And this is my body, and no matter how you try and disable it, I'll still be here.

And, this is my mind and although you try to infringe you cannot confine.

And this is my brain and even if you try and hold me back, there's nothing that you can gain.

I feel like a flower without its ground nor water, dying with each second of the day without them. People who see this, look and then falter their eyes astray because pain is livid in my eyes and face and the circles that glow like hollow caves just above my cheeks. I rarely eat, I sleep until I cannot condone it any more and when I do, I dream of him. I dream of his hands covering my own and of his lips settling gently on my quivering mouth. I dream of his body in sync with my movements and our beings revolving like a planet and it’s moon. I am his moon, I am his moon and I am lost in some space that only the best of astronomers have discovered to be where only those most heart broken of souls reside, waiting for their planet to find them again.

I'm sorry I wasn't right for you.
Just what did you expect for me to do?
You know that I would have done anything for you.

It's no mystery; I obviously wish he'd just go before I break everything. He's always telling me that he's dying to know everything but he never really listens.

Your absence has gone through me, like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.

It's the way you thrill me, then pull away.
The way you seem to kill me a little more each day.
And it's what you're thinking, in your twisted mind, the way your body trembles, when its next to mine.

Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on.
I hope you never think about anything as much as I think about you.

Sometimes to do the things you love, you leave the ones you love behind.