I saw it again today, an image of you with her. Kissing her, touch--touching her. Was our love totally meaningless to you? Did it not mean something? Or was it just a game to pass the time? You can make me so, so sick sometimes, and yet, and yet i still feel a hot burning passion inside. I want to be with you, to kiss you, to hold you. And yet at the sametime, i want to throw a dish at your head. What is love? To you? A toy? What is life? A pastime? A game? I loved you, i loved you so much, that much was true. I told you i loved you, and then i so naively wore my heart on my sleeve around you. And look what happened. What is love?

Once

My love where are you? I can't escape the thought of you with her. Touching you, kissing you and holding you. My love, if you could see me now you'd think i was fine on any normal day. But when i'm alone, and the act fades into the darkness, i see your face and i can't contain myself. I cry for you, in secret i cry and i feel so vulnerable, so alone without your touch. How do i live with the aching thought, that haunting thought that i have lost my true love? Did you love me? I hope you did...once. Once, is it enough? I don't know. One kiss from you is never enough. It's like a beautiful drug, filling me, engulfing me.