love

love to me was more of being free.

but late night laying in bed wanting more.

my head then starts to feel with images of her.

who is she i thought.

can it be.

no wait not for me.

i dont desurve no more then sleeping out on a curb.

i dont desurve to be the one caressing all of her curvs.

i rather burn then to see her ever be hurt.

but thats love.

but above all the doupts i have.

she seems to still say i love u.

i love u.

the three word i hated my whole life.

the reason i put a nife to me wrist....................