Do you even love me ? , do you know what it is?.
Or is it something that even exists.
I know I love you, I think that I've proved.
But this life we have made seems quite hard to prove .
Five years together no valinties day, the celebration is " stupid "
And
" I love you every day "
As nice as that is , I wish it were true it shows your priorities and your colours too.
The longer I stay the more pain I feel .
Am I not worth flowers ? Or a walk down the beach to celebrate my birthday or watch my favourite show
The more I put up with the more glued I feel.
Most of my days don't really feel real
Cheating and lies , forgiveness and pain.
Can't we be happy and make this go away ?
I'm scared it's too late for that for the more I know I'm starting to feel those butterflies mould.