It's when you look at me. Everything changes.
It's like an explosion, and the aftermath tore my heart and lungs so far apart that now, they just lie there, pathetic and beyond repair.
It's as if there's a hole in my pocket. I'm empty, and it scares me. I can see what I'm losing but no matter what I do, I can't stop myself. The more I give away the more I begin to realize I'm never getting it back.
It's how I see the world. Every opinion, every belief I had now feels worthless in my hands. I'd give it to you, but you don't have a use for it. I'd give you my soul, but you wouldn't accept that, either.
It's the way you hold your ground. I've been able to push everybody, but it's taken me ages to finally push you. I've never been so close to giving up. But even when you drive me to the lowest depths, you manage to take me to highs I've never experienced, and that I know I never will again.
It's who I see when I look at you. To me, you aren't a person. You're stacked up images of everything I've succeeded in, and an accomplished work of everything I've failed.
It's the moment you talk, that all my perceptions fall to the ground. Your voice loses me in my place. The stature of you alone silences me, but your words bring me to my knees. I can't grasp you. I can't understand you.
It's because you're all that I'm not. That's why I love you. It's because you're all that I can't understand. That's why I crave you. It's because you're all I'm ever going to get. That's why I'm happy.
And it's the fact that, now, we're never going back. But at least we're lost together.