Why? Why are you telling me that there is hope for us, but you never talk to me, just her. Why do you look at her the way that you used to look at me. I miss it, I miss you. I just simply need you. I need you to talk to me. I need you to look at me one more time, I'm so desperate for the warmth that you bring me when you look at me like that, I'm so desperate for the butterflies that you bring me when you're over protective, I am so desperate for your hands to touch me, to touch my skin. I'm desperate for you. But you don't understand. I wish things were the way they were when we first met. If i could go back and change one thing it would be to tell you that I loved you sooner, before you drifted so far away. I miss you. Your not the same and I'm not the only one that notices it. Your a totally different person. Your a devil disguised as an angel. You reeled me in, until I was close enough, to where our lips were almost touching, then you broke my heart. But why am I not surprised. After all where there are devils there is hell.
