same same but different.

there is a boy - there is a girl
- long story short, she cries in the shower for him, without him
for him.. while hes in the other room.

whats worse. to love someone who doesnt love you or to love and want someone who doesnt know how to love and want you back.

i like a trillion others have succumbed and given in, my wounds sick and infected to the bone, every cell corrupted and empty, empty vessels, to offer no more only un reciprocated love to give..

its amazing. love. how it brings you up, breaks you down, tears you apart. no apologies.
how we dont get a choice.. how we start the game thinking aah what fucking fun. this game will be.. and it goes both ways.. like a torrid affair, the end predictable to every tom dick and harry but you - love drunk love skunk - will think no no, this, THIS is different, THIS is it. i know it.

and what makes you think you know 'it'?
its the never ending churning you feel in the pit of your stomach,
the feeling of your beating heart so slow that if you concentrated hard enough you could will it to stop.

sitting on the bathroom floor, under the shower - hot water, the steam, hurts my eyes. but its the only warmth that comes close to him... to his.. beating fucking heart..

and you ask yourself.. there must be a cure.. there must be some sort of freedom from this captivity that your heart, that this feeling called love has over you. its ridiculous how over powering it is.. and aaaarrghhhh!!!!!