I know.
I know it's more than just me. It's not only my shape.
I know.
I know that you see spring when you see me. You see the blossoming of roses and daisies and jasmines.
I know.
I know the sad, happy grin you have plastered on your face is of longing, yearning.
I know.
I know the stars in your eyes twinkle when you see me laughing foolishly.
I know.
I know it's more than an infatuation.
I know what it is that you want.
I know the meanings behind every letter, every word that you speak, oh so softly.
I know.
But,
I cannot.
For love is a deep death, and for I have fallen into this graveyard before.
Your love stabbing my bleeding heart.
And now I shall stay in this dark place.
Non existent.
This is the border,
I know.
