And as that lone tear takes the same

Familiar path down my pale face.

I think and I wonder about us.

Are we right for each other?

Is our love true?

I cannot be sure of the answers to the

Questions which blind my judgement.

I can never prove my love for you honey.

Nor can you for me.

All we can do is trust each other.

But what happens if we can't.

My love, I care about you more than anything.

But how can you make me so sad,

Then blame me for it?

How can you promise me that you love me,

And blame me for the stupid little things that

You cause fights about?

There has been times I've been tempted to end it.

Block that screen name and delete it.

Never look back and try to move on.

But you are the one that cares,

The one that is there to pick me when I'm down,

The one who I wish to share my heart with.

So how can I just forget you?

So I turn to the only other thing I have.

Pain. Pain is what makes the world.

Pain is the only thing that is real.

Death is the only thing that never ends.

It's permanent