My heart aches. I once loved you, even more then myself. Gave you parts of me, we both know we're forbidden. You thought me through heartache that loving you besides imposible is self destructive. My soul, heart and mind left a while ago. And currently my body just can't stay no more. You say you love me but my responce is, love doesn't do so much hurting.
As a whole mind, body and soul I crave a real love. One that cares who does more happiness and sadness. There's just no room for us or the distruction that we cause.









