The one who made me question

Why am i sitting here crying, just because you dont belive me?

why does the tears drip down so cold just becasue i lied to you?

why does my heart pound so painfully over a small argument?

the seconds going by turn into hours and my pulse turns to stabbing. its only been a day since we have been apart, and yet i cannot remove the scar left upon my heart. every thought of hurting you hurts me twice as hard.

why do i think of you where ever i go?

why do i feel that you are inside of me?

why cant i leave you when ever something goes wrong?

one day i found out the answer. as the questions started, the dreams did, and my future changed. no longer would i want anybody else but the one who made me question, the one who made me dream, the one who made me change, the one who made me love.