My love

He knew that I was utterly in love with him, that I craved his very touch it sent chills down my spine.

Days and days went by as I felt him growing distant I was still in love, but my love turned and it quickly became my madness.

He would call me crazy or cringy for wanting simple things in life.

How much does it take to ask for a simple paragraph or something for me to wake up to. I just wanted some verification of our love.

I spent my nights sleepless, my time in the shower grew to increase.

Behind closed doors... my own family didn't see how I grew more and more depressed.

Tears continued to fall as I sat in the library the only words I continuously typed "I'm sorry". 

I found myself wanting him more then he wanted me. He lied to me and I began to grow more saddness. 

To wait and to beg for him to see me where things I often did. The people would tell me why are you with someone who doesn't love you like you love him.

He is my world, my everything. 

But the fact was that I didn't like the fact of being alone, I didn't have to love you I just had to make my heart believe it.

I didn't want my dreams to slip through my hands again, I wasn't about to lose another one.

I am too tired.

I stared at that mirror as dark circles grew and my eyes were puffy from crying myself to sleep. I looked at myself.

Do you become more beautiful the more broken you become?

My feelings and even if I shout it at his face they just become meaningless words. To him I'm just a sexy body he can fondle and touch. 

I let him do what he wants with me as long as I'm not alone anymore. Even if it becomes the death of me.