1.2.02.01:02:04

Quitting on lost love.

Her: I can't seem to find you. I use to just be able to open my eyes and see you standing there right in front of me.

When I reach out to touch you nothing seems to be there.

Please hold my hand and let me feel the emotions and the passion that exnighted that connection we once called a relationship.

I feel that I'm constantly pushing and pulling, trying to get something out of you, but you just give me a blank stare and a faceless kiss on my cheek when you would remember.

Him: I'm sorry if I came too late. I looked the other way and shut you out of existence.

You must take the blame of this lost love, but please know love was never lost, I just gave up.

Her: When I try and remember the good times, night would come and day only seemed like a small glimmer of light.

I was once someone you could confide in and someone I thought you could trust. Where did that go?

Where did you go?

Him: I see how you looked at me. Or, how you don't look at me anymore, but I'll take the blame. I couldn't let you in; I was so far removed from the present that I couldn't see past my faults.

The guilt blinded me; I let it cloak my eyes so the agony would feel like a numbing process. A process that would finally cut off any feelings a person should feel for another.

Her: I question where our love came from, was it only physical? I wanted to feel bad about needing your touch or yearning for the next time I could see you.

Him: What is love? I know I question that phrase at times, more so at this very moment once I saw you walk out of my life.

Her: Don't question it. It was probably never there to begin with.

Him: Quitting on us is like quitting on love.

Her: I didn't quit on love because as lost as I was from you, love seemed like cancer.

It is something that grows and festers inside a person, tearing them piece by piece from the inside out.

Him: [Look]

Her: You were my cancer and I made believed that love was the medicine for it.

1.2.02.01:19:10

You and Me, Me + You.

Michael and Maria, Maria + Michael

That's all that was seen. No one ever stopped to look past the visage.

We seemed to fit or so they say. Why didn't they ever realize the truth behind the mask? The action behind the curtain.

No one ever cared because I became we and nothing is acknowledged past the face of the arrangement.