Half Considered Promises And Uncertainty

Can I live like this?
And other such bad teenage poetry.

What are you thinking?
I would give up everything I have to have some sort of insight into you.

Just some sort of sign, a word or anything so I know you're fine.

And this is the hardest part - the 'unknowingness'.

Nothing gives me pleasure anymore. This simple sorrow permeates through me, as I take each breath with a progressively heavy heart.

What a fool I was, to think I felt this way before.

It's not like it is in the movies, is it? I hope you tell me that it is, and that it actually turns out to be the case.

I can't stop. I just won't.

Joaquin out.