the dysfunction that we call love

let me help you

I don't particularly understand why, but you have so much power over me.

 I notice every time your mood shifts. 

I look straight into your eyes to know how you feel instead of paying attention to that fake, yet cute, smile on your face. 

I wish, oh how I wish, you would talk to me.

 I want to attempt to comfort you, but I have no idea how to do that when you block me out.

 It honestly hurts me, a lot, when you won't be truthful with me. 

I just want to help you, that's all. 

please let me.