• Long ago, I gave up asking why you wanted me.
    I did in the beginning, but you made it clear you would should I persist with my questions.
    After that there was never a discussion, we never seemed to exchange words.
    It was all mindless self-indulgence.
    We aren't a couple are we?
    You are my artificial lover, I'm your secret sin.
    But there is no Love, even if I Love you.
    Sometimes you sleep, and I remain awake as you curl about me in your sleep.
    I can pretend you love me when you cuddle up to me, I like it when you sleep.
    I can tell myself it's really love. I often wonder how such a small bed can feel so empty.
    It feels just as empty whether your here or not.
    Crying silently, I feel as hallow as your eyes.
    For a while I was able to pretend, but all my smiles were fake.
    But I'm slowly realizing that this is killing me.
    Your Presence is like Poison.
    I feel certain your kisses will be the death of me.
    Each caress, each fight I feel myself breaking.
    Your a deadly addiction.
    Can't you see my pain? Or Maybe you don't care.
    But you turned your back again, is that your answer?
    The silence between us only makes it worse.
    The cracks are forming.
    ....
    I'm reaching the end of this desolate road, as the edge grows near.
    Will you mourn me? Miss me?
    Will another take my place?
    In the end it doesn't really matter.
    I just want to step over the edge.
    My artificial lover, I have no more love to give.
    They say in Death all life's questions will be answered. I pray that mine would!
    ______, why did you have to go?