Leaving.
Does it hurt, when you think about not having me around? I can't tell if it hurts you, I know it doesn't hurt you like it does me. I can't breathe, I can't sleep, I can't think, I can't eat. My heart aches for you, it cries when you say unkind things, and it beats a 100mph when you kiss me or touch me. I'm not perfect, I'm a fucking mess, but this mess loves you unconditionally. You know I love you, and you know what you mean to me. I wish I knew how you felt, you have pages, posts, and a handwritten package of sappy shit. I don't need sap, I just want the truth. I want to know how much you love me, if you really do love me more than I think. You've been hurt, my love. You've been hurt by others, others that never deserved you.. others that clearly don't see you as I see you. I see perfection, even though you don't. From the way you bite your lip, from the way you squint your eyes and your brows furrow when you're working. From your silly laugh, to your quick mouth when you're pissed. I love all sides of you, all the time. What more do I need to do? What do you want from me? I know I'm not to ask that, but I want to know what I can do to make you like me. I know you like me, but what can I do to get you to see me like you saw her? The one that got your heart, but had no intention of taking care of it. If this was a game, or a competition, I've gone through the tests, I've dealt with the pain.. but you are not a game. You're not a trophy, or prize. You are my heart, you. I am so in love with you, it literally hurts. You run from me, but come back or I say something and you somehow come back to me.. please stop running. If I'm the one you're saving, saving for the end, tell me. If I'm the end game still, tell me. Just stop running, I'm not going anywhere. But what if one day I wasn't? Would you cry? Would it hurt you? Would you have regrets? I've made a promise to myself, its you, or no one. When you've already touched Mt. Olympus, why would you want a mere mortal?