'I love you. So much.'
is what you say to me.
Even after you treat me like ****;
It's what you tell me.
I can't believe you anymore.
I try so hard, but I just can't.
I say
'I love you too.'
but I don't know if I mean it anymore.

I wake up sad.
I go about my business sad.
I to go sleep sad.
It's and endless cycle.
And the one who makes me the happiest
Is also the one who makes me miserable.

You get upset.
I get upset.
We apologise to each other.
Then we kiss.
And kiss some more.
It's like make-up ***.
Then after that,
Everything is normal again.

Is this what our relationship has come to?

I live in a place where the sun doesn't shine.
I do not live in Alaska or some strange country.
I live in the dark recesses if my mind.
The place where I live has no sun.
It only has black.

I live in a place where the sun doesn't shine.
Many days I wish I could see the sun.
But I know that isn't possible.
I wish that the black would just go away.

I live in a place where the sun doesn't shine.
This place has become my only saving grace.
Black, inky darkness everywhere.
Is it sad to say that I'm comfortable here?

it all starts with a spark
add some oxygen and some kindling
and it becomes small flares.
small flares become large flames
destroying everything in their path.
in a flash,
everything is gone.
all those photographs,
the paintings, the letters,
everything that you have come to love.
gone.
in a flash.
remnants of times past float into the air,
ashen and black.

I'm just really sad.
I should feel great.
I have a family that loves me,
Friends who care,
A promising future,
Big dreams,
Good grades.

But I still feel sad.