This is what I know about us:
we were probably not made for each other whenever the father lord made people in pairs.
your half of a heart probably does not match the half that I have in my empty chest cavity.
you belong to somebody else, and I feel spoiled for trying to impose on their turn at love.
we will probably never be together for however long forever is supposed to last for us.
you will probably always be the same you, and i will probably always be the same me.
no matter how much i wish for a way of merging you and her, i have no right to try.
you do not belong to me. you belong to her, even if you would like to believe otherwise.
i am too broken, just like you say you are too broken, when really you are just starting to crack.
i will probably never be happy with our situation, because i am never happy.
no matter how much we love each other, neither of us have admitted to being in love.
i don't think we are in love with each other, after all, if you think about it for a while.
i wish us really meant the us that i want it to mean.


p.s-- i would love to give this a shot. i would love for us to be an us. i would love that feeling so much. really, i think i need to sever all of my ties with anything and anybody from who it was that i used to be. i think that i need somebody that is here, that can hold me. that will actually book the flight tickets they googled, just to spend a little time with me.

p.p.s-- i think i am mad. i don't know what i want. please just realize i am lost and i don't know what to do and i wish i did so much, because it would make things so much simpler. maybe what i want is nothing, and that's why this something is so frustrating.