I can't make you love me if you don't

thoughts buzz around, bashing into the interior of my skull - begging to be freed. what's the worth of a thought, an emotion so pure it stains my lips red as it leaves my mouth..? what a sad state to find yourself in, where speaking has lost its ability to free you of the weight you carry. and so my lips are sealed and my heart is smashed and scattered about. my back is broken from all the years of picking up the pieces, and my cheeks have carved paths from where the tears have fallen in a steady stream. The privilege of a companion is so sweet, so easily taken for granted - until you find yourself alone, in a dark corner of a place you hardly know. All I can do is wander around in the darkness, bashing into walls and falling to my knees ... waiting for the light to come on again. I have to keep telling myself that it will come on.. it will come on :(