Maybe...
Maybe love is a lie. Maybe you've lied all along. Right between your teeth, a world of fools at your fingertips. You saw my world in tatters, like it remains, and you felt pity for my poor soul. These scars made you see that this face so ugly and broken hid layers, years of memories, that just made me uglier. All the defensive words I spat out, all the looks I shot. But maybe I did win you over, timid smile, shy laughter. Maybe you thought you could use me, for what no one knows. Or maybe you're in love, longing for the day when you can run your fingertips along my skin and I can kiss your sweet lips without consiquence, just a few more days, counting down the hours. Or maybe I'm a piece of ass, but would you wait over a year after you met me, five months after you asked me that binding question, to make your move. But why would you waste your time. Why would you waste your words, so many times "I love you" has past your lips and slid off your fingertips. But why would you want to fall in love with me. Because in doing so you've ashured yourself pain, heartache is not something you can soon tell goodbye. Would you cry if I left without a touch, a tear? Would you care if I bothered with goodbye? So many little things break me and you've done this as well. But you're careful, you've taken me and pieced me back together with the utmost care numerous times. But why would I bother with these words, so many "I love you"'s I've uttered, everytime I've meant it. You tell all you love me. My heart almost burst because I do love you. But I guess my world is just one full of doubt and I could never be sure. But why? Why me? Why ensure yourself such heartbreak? Am I worth it? All I know is you're worth all these tears I cry even now. I wouldn't care if I died tomorrow as long as it was with you and I was in your arms. Because I do love you even if you don't love me. But I'll take your word for it because for as many time that I've said "I love you" I've said "I love you too". But I have to ask one thing of you. I need to know your touch like you know my tears. At least once before I am forced to leave. Because there's nothing I could do to stop this. Because I love you, Lucas.