We got close.
I liked you.

I told you my story.
I liked you more.

You told me your story.
I loved you.

You got a girlfriend.
You loved her.

I became more depressed.
I smiled for you.

You made me promise.
I promised.

You're just another person I will promise to get better for.
But that really just means that I'll hide it better next time.

When you've reached the point
Where you can't even cry
And you don't feel anything anymore

It's more frightening
Than the most sorrowful of sorrows
Because it means you've given up

Your eyes
Shaped like diamonds and brown
They exhibit so much emotion
Although they can’t make a single sound

Your lips
They are against your pale skin and ruby red
They look as though they belong to a zombie
So hauntingly beautiful, lifeless, and dead

Your voice
So magical, low, and monotone
Raspy and ****
From when you speak, to when you moan

Your body
Curved as an interstate highway
If you would only let me
With it, I would have my way

But your personality
I could fall in love with
For all your physical attributes
Can’t compete with it
You’re beauty on the outside
Can’t measure to how amazing you are on the inside.