My heart is gone.
It is no longer broken from the pain it has cause.
The hurt it gave cut deeper than the love it received.
If that even happen.
Now I am trying to start all over again.
From what you say, I do not know.
The love it gave can no longer make up for the pain it spewed.
I wish you could hear my heart, or just even see it.
You would know my true feelings, not just my pain.
I wish you were here.
I wish you stayed.
I wish I had stayed.
If we are both honest, we know that could never be.
I do not know when you heart left, but I know when mine did.
It happened twice and they replayed every day since you left.
When you came into my world, and when you left it.
I do not know what happen in between.
I just know that you were there to love me, and I never did it for you.
If I could ask you again, would you.
Would you love me?