I watch from the shadows as you leave our hideout. This is the third time this week. What is so important that you leave without telling anyone?
Why is she so important?
I will stay here until you come back. Will you see my tears? If you do see, what will you do?
You'll probably just punch me, to put me back in my place. Because, my place isn't by your side, sharing secret glances and small smiles. It's behind you, always agreeing with what ever you say.
But, do you know how bad I wish you would look at me the way you do her?
How can you love a person that is constantly beating you to a pulp? She never thinks twice about it, never says sorry afterwards.
But, I guess that goes both ways...
….You to Her,Me to You....
Do you not constantly put me back in 'my place'? Take your anger out on me, when I am just trying to help?
I guess I can understand why you love her so much, then. I can't hold it against you.
I can't hold anything against you. It's impossible to.
Becausssssse I Love Yousssss.