Twenty-four hour pain

When I first fell in love with you, everything was perfect, because you loved me too.

In your eyes was the only place I ever wanted to be, when our lips became one, you made me feel so free.

Your hands were the ones I wanted to hold, your hair was the kind I wanted to rub my fingers through. I loved almost everything I knew about you.

You stopped holding my hand, and kissing my cheek and lips, now when I see you, all you do is send shivers to my finger tips.

You asked me to be your wife, how could something like that turn out to be a huge lie, that will follow me the rest of my life?

Is another woman getting all the things I once was? Is another woman holding your hand and lost in your eyes?

You ignore me now, I'm just the air around you, you use me, but don't really notice.

Phone calls, messages, I now write them and send them pretty much to myself, because I'm the only one who reads and listens to them, I might as well be locked up with my pain in a cell.

Thinking about you happy with someone other than me, breaks me into a thousand pieces, and shatters me into nothing I can see.

Everyday I wait for you to call, maybe just to say you still love me, but I know that's only stupid thoughts and prayers.

I wake up hoping this is the day I'll die, I hope and pray that God will take away this living a big lie.

You broke my heart way beyond explanation or compare, but yet you are still the one that I love and care for.

I want you to know one thing, You are every pray and every dream that I asked for, so what did I mess up, for you to want to do this to me more and more?