Love me.
Hate me.
I fear you.
I fear failing you.
Hurting you.
Breaking you.
Yet, what's the point?
Our love is broken our hearts are shattered.
In this bittersweet wasteland I stand and say our love is not real.
I say we lost it all.
It was never meant to be.
Yet still here I stand holding your hand praying for the best.
Love isn't real.
If it was...
Maybe I'd be happy. Instead of broken.
