When My mind is empty and the world is quiet. I start to think about you. Sometimes it hurts a lot, sometimes it hurts to know that I love you. That I put myself out there, my whole vulnerable self. Sometimes I wonder if you really love me, or if it's just words to you that come out of your mouth.
Sometimes I worry, well I worry a lot. What if I lost you? So sometimes I try to picture my life of what it would be like without you. I wouldn't have anybody to rant to, nobody to hold me and tell me it's okay when I break down. I wouldn't have someone to talk to about my day, or hear about your day. I wouldn't be able to listen to your voice, and see the excitement in your eyes when you talk about your favorite music band. I wouldn't be able to have your smile light up my world or hold your hand throughout the day. I wouldn't have lips to kiss, or secrets to share, no songs to dance to, or a story to share. I wouldn't be able to watch a movie and turn to you to make a funny remark. I wouldn't be able to laugh at your jokes or hear your wonderful laugh, or even listen to your heartbeat. I wouldn't be able to wipe your tears away or hold you when you're sad. "It will be okay." Would never come out of my mouth to comfort you again. I wouldn't be able to see you grow or grow old alongside you. I wouldn't be able to take care of you when you're sick, or run my hands through your hair again. These thoughts hurt. How could I live without you. I wouldn't be able to do it. I really couldn't. I hate these thoughts. I'd hate life without you.