Have you ever loved someone more than you loved yourself? Only then to be forsaken like a forgotten book on a dusty shelf. Pushed to the back and never again to be touched, but you'd do anything to prove your worth, no deed is too much. You can't force them to love you, but oh, how you wish that you could, begging for them to listen, praying that they understood. You plead for them to know the truth and to get it all straight, the things you do are out of love for them and not hate. So yes, you get jealous, and sometimes you just break and you lose it, but they don't know the reason behind it and they confuse it. You can't help the way you feel, you can;t help but just get mad, when they're with another person, the things you do are bad. You'd drown in the ocean for a person who wouldn't step in a puddle for you, yet you can't "unlove" somebody no matter what you do. Love makes you do stupid things, and that has seemed to turn into a habit, you can't ignore the thoughts and feelings, it seems for love, you're an addict.
