Love Hurts a Lot

Love. Hurts…A LOT. I love you. You love me. But you don’t seem to get it. Or maybe I don’t get myself. I feel with you like I have no other, it cannot be described in any sane terms. But is that love? Over the years, I’ve been hurt. Broken hearts, broken smiles. I guess love hurts. A LOT. You think that I don’t love you, in the way that you love me. I know this is true. I don’t want it’s terms. I used to think that you were my friend. But no. I want to be with you. Forever. Look at me. I’ve been depressed longer than I can ever remember. More often as well. Ever since I left you. Being with you, it makes me happy, When nothing else does. I can barely live without you. I draw on the pain its caused me, my love, incinerated to smoke I watch it drift away. Every day, more smoke. Less me. Dull echoes throughout my heart, whispering of long gone love. Emptiness. Love. Pain. You. Me. Us. Love. It hurts. A LOT.