my soft spot

its a funny thing
how love can be turned into like
i mean
like can be turned into love
and get not a thing
in return
little means nothing
a lot means a hell of a lot less
i miss those days
of love and
care
but it all turns to shit
like life usualy does
it eases my pain
to know
that life and love
only lasts the time
it takes to spend a nickel
i keep thinking
that life means
no no no
but who knows
you told me
we were far from what a relationship
could ever be
and at least for now any way
i want nothing more
than to love you every moment
of every day
and
to wake with you
but with this little time
we have
and this far distance
we keep
colliding
and
clashing
in things.
we never saw ourselves
togethter
we never thought that first fuck
would end up 2 months later
with u being in the same bed
singing songs and
screaming obscenities
its funny
i miss you but i feel
that it will never be returned
cheating
lies
past regrets
everthing that has ever hurt us
and yet
i am infatuated with the way you move
the way you know
where my soft spot is without me not even knowing myself
but with you
its hard to tell you
how i feel
im afraid you wont accept
im afraid you wont quite understand
that life is far from normal
and the hurt
it kills us but
it brings better
i miss you
although
it only been hours.