facades

Everything's a facade.

I'm just a fool in this thing called love.

It's like this icon, staring blankly out of the window, no smiles, no laughter. Just hollow. Empty. Hollow.

It's funny, isn't it, how I had so much faith, how she wanted me to have faith. And where does this faith go?

I should be numb, I really should. But I'm still hurting. I'm still hurting badly. I want to be strong, oh how I wish I could be strong. But sometimes even the strongest have to bow down. Sometimes even the strongest need an exit, for all the pain, the hurt, the tears.

It aches. This part of me aches. I thought I would be numb, but I never knew it could still be so painful. I haven't seen her in so long, and all I wanted to do was to hold her. But all I'm doing in the end is holding back my tears. Why does it hurt so bad? Why do the tears keep falling, heedless of my wanting them to stop? Why does my heart actually ache?

I love you like no one else does. I give you what I can give. I love you with so much in me. This is the most sincere me that is with you. Everything that I give you, all my love, is the most sincere. Sincerity?

I don't want to be the one to cry. But that doesn't really matter, does it? Like a fool I keep losing my place; I keep seeing you walk through that door to me. I wonder if you ever feel me beside you in your bed where I used to lay.

The pain, it hurts. I can't think of any word besides that it hurts.

Say you lines, but do you feel it?
Do you mean what you say when there's no one around?
I've always been in love with you.
I guess you've always known it's true.