Mad

...We're fighting this war, when both of us are losing, this ain't the way love is suppose to go

Knowledge is pain, that's why it hurts to know.

Everything gives me more the reason to love him more. He's so real.

Sometimes, the arguments are illogic, but the emotions are always so raw.

The way his tears makes me want to change the world so that it doesn't hurt him anymore. Yet, regardless if I love him, hate him, wish he would die or know that I would die without him, it matters not. Because once in my life, whatever he was to the world, he has become my everything. When I look into his eyes, travelling to the depths of his soul, and I say a million things without a trace of sound, I know that his own life is inevitable consumed within the rhymthic beatings of his very heart. I love him for a million reasons, no paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind, but of the heart. A feeling, felt.