Drunk Writings at 3am

you

seeing you is the equivalent of shards of glass tearing through my chest and stomach.
i want to love you
but there's something about you that's so hard to love
maybe i don't love you
maybe i just like the way i felt comfortable enough to tell you anything
or the way you look at me when i have something to say
the way you make me feel important
maybe it's the way you hold me or how you feel like home
we were so close for so long
why did things end the way they did
maybe we're meant to be
maybe we can try again
but you tripped on your words
and with that face i knew what your intentions were
my heart is broken all over again
and then i remember
why we will never work