My life without you

If i cared about me would there be a we?
The thought of ust me is just terrifying.
You make me complete and control how i think.
My life would just sink if you were'nt with me.
My life isn't whole if you ever go.

To know about love is to understand the soul.
To get your heart and give it what it wants.
To be with your love and never be apart.
To feel what you feel and let your heart heal
the wounds and the seals that you helped become real.

To taste her lips and feel her kiss,
and know that this is what you miss.
To fight the urge to crash and burn
because the heart isn't always firm.
It breaks and it crumbles.

It falls and it tumbles.
It cracks and it fumbles,
Yet the heart hungers.
It hungers to be loved and forgives with no regrets.

In this uncertainty that we all speak
to be the peak of what we seek
to be the key of destiny.
Then why do we think that things will majically give love meaning?