And he doesnt want me.

The search...alive.
The longing thriving.

The search...dead.
Nothing left to have said.

He was mine...
At one point...

He was happy...
But I let him go...

My self hate now will shine.
Does he still love me?

I'll never know...

He made me smile...
But now I'm sad...
Made be happy,
Now slowly going mad.

How I miss the kisses and blushing...
The touch between a lover and myself.

I'd give it up if I had another chance at this distance.

Distance was our downfall...
But now I don't care...

Our passion like a wild flower...
Full of brilliance and flare.

He was the game and I wanted to play...
But he taught me to love...so I learned to stay.

Isn't love supposed to be brilliant or tortured?

Well my love is in between...

I cant have him...and he doesn't want me.