My tears are dry.
My heart is broken, but my love is strong.
I need you around, but I need to move on.
To what I am not sure.
We fight so hard, yet we cannot love any more.
I used to think that I needed you, but true is I do not.
I want you, but I do not think that you want me.
You used to love me, at least that is what I think.
We need to have a conversation where we can talk face to face.
This will help me, but I know it is not what you want.
My heart is full of pieces, and they all belong to you.
They need to be put together, but that is something I cannot do.
I wish I could live in your eyes, and you live in my heart.
I know I hurt you and it was supposed to be for better or worse.
It never said when then line was to be cross.
I guess it is just broken for us to be.
Now I must put my pieces tighter on my own.