Your wrods echoing through my mind and heart,
Do you want it to be the end,
Do you want to take your part?
I'm not a mind reader, some things I just don't see,
You say I don't know you,
But I'm trying,
So just let it be.
There is no escape,
There is no release,
I don't know what to do,
So shall I just weep?
I do that anyways,
Not much to change there,
Life's just unfair.
Why must I make all the effort?
Is your love really true,
I have never argued,
When you say, 'I love you.'
Because I trust you
But you don't seem to trust me.
I really do love you,
But you are too blind to see.
Bree Swart
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-is-the-slowest-form-of-suicide/
