Emptiness. Love. Pain. Oh gods, love. Love is around us. We're avoiding it. When I am with you there's no need for anything else. Emptiness. That's what you leave me with when you say goodbye. Pain. Comes after you say you love me as a friend. True love. You know you love them. But sometimes, you realize it too late. Or sometimes. It's not enough. Sometimes your love hurts, because true love isn't real. It doesn't exist. You close off your heart. You protect it. It hurts. Even in that deep deep void of denial. How to tell you I love you. How to show you that I do. Would you even accept me the way I am. Would you even want me. No. You wouldn't. You'd always find someone else you'd rather be. I'm not important. I've never been. You deserve better. You deserve way better than this broken shell. This. No one. I wish I could hate you. See you as a friend. ANYTHING. Anything but love. I hate the fact that I love you. I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry. I love you. And I can't find the main reason. There's just too many. I can't find the courage to tell you. I tried. I tried to find the courage. I chickened out. I couldn't do it. Because the consequences scare me. You'd hate me. You'd never want to talk to me ever again. You'd try to explain why we can stay friends. But you'd be sorry you don't love me. You'd blame yourself. And you don't deserve that. You should go and find someone you love as much as I love you. And I hope they love you at least half as much as I do. I know they can't love you as much as I do. No one ever can. But maybe half as much is still good. A d they will get the talk. If anyone hurts you. They're gonna end up bloody. If they say a bad word to you. Baby. Oh baby. They are in for a slap. They break your heart. They'll find themself with 206 (at least) bones broken.