Intangible.

These intangibles define me,
they tangle my perceptions,
once-clear thoughts unravel
as I stare at my reflexion..

I glare into my soul,
& I can hear my voice..
screaming from the inside
in pain, there is no choice.

The blood is overflowing
behind the thin skin in each eye
swollen from the tears
and the thoughts of that "goodbye".

I can clearly see the wrinkles
indented in my brow,
from all the lovesick stressors,
I can't help but wonder "how?"

How did I fall for this?
Why was it me?
You said that you cared..
Now hurt is all I see..

You "wanted to be with me"
you said that I'm "that girl"
I used to look into your eyes
and feel my stomach twirl.

Now your face is in my brain
like a picture in life's play
the scene with you has ended
but the pain comes back each day.

Friends is all we are now,
and although you've set the line,
I still long for that single day
when I can call you mine.