break

Whether love can stand the test of time is uncertain.

My love can withstand any test of time, but for her, I will never know. I'm so afraid to say it out, and I don't want to guess. But at this heartbreaking point of time, I know that my love can withstand the test of time, but whether or not her love can stand the test of time hurts so much that I don't want to think about it. Because I will never know. And because whether or not she really did love me, or does love me, is something else I don't want to think about.

It hurts. So badly. The facades are making it worse, and I don't know how much longer this will go on before cracks start appearing in those facades that I put on everyday.

These foolish games are tearing me apart
You're breaking my heart.

Where do broken hearts go?
Can they find their way home?