Does love really exist?
I listen to the beating of your shallow heart.
cringing with every beat.
because i know that beat isn't for me.
slowly i fall apart.
sit on the edge of my seat.
i hope she picks me...i think to myself.
fully knowing that she will pick the asshole every time.
quiet..is all i can be.
just know i will be here to pick up the pieces of you and put you back together.
but who's going to put me back together.
~Love~
X~MACK~X