I love you.
It feels like my heart has been ripped out and twisted.
Or that once again I am twisting somebody else's.
What is this numbing sense of agony that forces tears to my eyes.
Where does this feeling come from and do I honestly want the answer to that question.
I am the cause. For people's misery. And for my own in this.
I miss you.
I need support. Why seek it elsewhere?
I am not
I wanted to convince him,
because I knew- if he agreed, there would be a chance of you joining, too.