• The window you throw rocks at has shattered,
    leaving all the shards lodged in my heart.

    You mean so much to me,
    and you can't see that.
    But when you do, maybe the visions of our separation won't
    come true.

    I feel nothing for you.
    But i also love and hate you.
    In cliche, i hate loving you.

    But when that passes, maybe we'll go back to the days in late fall,
    when my warmth was your arms, and you smothered
    me with your affection, love, and care.

    Yet the storm in my heart and mind
    hasent calmed.
    And the broken pathway to you has left me feeling black and white.

    Every second without you is another second in hell,
    and another second of hate,depression,and loneliness.

    And I still love you.