Love

I'm in love,

I know it's returned,

but it's unabled to be returned,

how I want it.

Your being,

a dick about all this.

I know you love me,

and it hurts me,

even if it is to save your unborn baby.

I think it should be mine,

but i guess that love has just made me  blind.

Sometimes my head is in the clouds.

My mind is apart of your,

and I'm unable to do anything about it.

What the f**k is wrong with me.

Insert knife,

twist here.

That's how I feel.

I just wish we could talk this through.

I'll stay away, but not for ever.

Doesn't mean I'll take you back.

Lover.