All I have to say is: A couple weeks after a long term realtionship break up.
|Anyone with eyes can see and answer my question.
Just us...and A battle field of love, hate and lust.
How can one compare us to another?
Free from anxiety.
Deep in cover.
Eyes don't lie, but his does it better than most.
Those beautiful brown dots have put me through a living hell.
Broken in many pieces to afraid to say.
Deep in thought.
Shallow in actions.
How could he avoid my reactions?
My painful cries going unheard.
Which leads to my question again, Does that Man really Love me?
I already know the answer, but denial seems to ease the pain.
The pain which is the true reality to this pointless game.
That man couldn't love me because if he did loneliness wouldn't flow through my veins.