Sometimes I worry about us.

Why, why, why? 

I'm not sure. 

I seriously don't know. 

There is just something about our love. 

Maybe, it's because it feels forced, 

Unreal, 

Too perfect? 

Is there such a thing? 

You give me everything,

But nothing at the same time. 

I can't imagine life without you, 

But I can imagine living without you. 

Nothing makes sense, 

But everything has meaning. 

I probably will never understand. 

Love is confusing. 

There is no hope for me. 

I will never know what true love feels like. 

I will never allow myself, 

to fall completely. 

To injure myself, 

Let myself give in. 

Everyone has done it, 

I will not. 

But, there you are. 

Standing there, 

Waiting for me to say it. 

Waiting for me to love you. 

You've said your piece. 

I don't know. 

I will never know what true love is. 

You've never even hurt me. 

You've never even hurt me! 

I want your love, 

I need your love. 

But, I will not let myself slip 

Yet, I feel myself, 

Grasping for you, 

Catapulting for you. 

There it is. 

The final bullet, 

I have officially fallen. 

For that smile,

Laugh, 

Kind heart. 

I will never know what true love is. 

Or maybe, 

I will