porcelain stone...

Help me understand the method of your madness... All I want is to be loved unconditionally... Yet sadness is what greets me... At the doorway to this relationship and I can't help but wonder why... "I love you" is so much more easily said... Than done (so I have heard) but all I'm seeing is the lies... Like a porcelain doll with life-like eyes... I watch... Absorb all this hurt... Can't do much to fight back I wasn't built to move... Can't scream my perfectly proportioned porcelain lips are frozen in a smile... No all I can do is cry like in life with my life-like eyes.... Cause it eases the strain of being in so much pain... Helps me take it with a grain.... Of salt as the saying goes.... Being frozen must have its pros... Can't lash about and hurt myself... Can't charge at you with all I got.... Can't make you feel the pain that I have felt... I guess... Its like.... My broken heart has turned me to stone... Faster than a madusean stare... Alone... With aches so heavy I may fall and burst into pieces... Broken beyond repair... I need to understand why love has to hurt so much... Eons of lifetimes I could spend and still never know such... A sphinx of a riddle... Though my heart is in pieces each piece still loves you... So I'm caught in the middle.... Don't tell me you love me and treat me like I'm dumb... Love may make most ignorant... But I'm just feeling numb... Overwhelmed I've succumbed to the sadness when all I wanted was the method to your madness... My stone heart drops through my porcelain exterior... As my life like eyes fade into black... Life shatters... As a heart crumbles... And I who am nothing am left in nothingness... Inferior...

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