Depressing Poetry From A Depressing Boy.

tears,

the cold, but warmth on my cheek

the unsureness of situations

the lump in my throat

the pain behind my eyes

the pounding of my head

the ache in my heart

the feeling of not being able to talk.

All of this and I still love you

all of this and

I still go back to you.

A/N;

boom.