Cold

It's cold in here, dear,
So cold without you.
My tears freeze,
Then melt and freeze anew.
I love you so much.
It kills me to think
Too much of you,
Too much of us,
But I have to, my love.
The clouds are grey,
Tree branches,
Dead and dark,
Scrape at my wounded soul.
Why do I love you
So incredibly much?
Why does God tempt me
With such high hopes for you?
They kill me, they do.
I'm thinking too much,
And I just cannot stop.
I love you too much,
And I don't want to stop!
I don't understand
What's happening to me.
Why do you make me feel
The way I always do?
Love hurts,
It hurts so much!

~ April 7, 2009 ~