Alone.

I love it when you say all those things to me
And I believe you my dear, in truth I do.
But believe me when I say, your love is long lost
Wasted on a living human remanants
Remind me love, why is it you seek to comfort me
When I am inudated in my misery, in my sorrow
Life is not but a fleeting speck of dust in the wind to me
So dry and despontant
Love, what a terrible little folly
Makes people lie to make something of themselves
Sweetheart, you do not love me.
You love the idea of me
Argue against this ideal all you want, but its the truth
I do not belong at your side, nor within your grasp
Your corny little comments never cease to make me smile
But our world that we have created with its comforting warmth and love
Was never real to begin with..