"Mad" at myself.

My error was to give
My error was to show you how much I could have loved you.
My error was my impetus and intensity.
My error is the cause of the fail.
The cause of many fails...

When I have sworn not to give, not to show, not to love,  because the moment I do, everything crumbles, I  try to open up once again, and once more I am greeted with rejection.

I  seem to be addicted to the feelings of both, happiness and disgraced,  because I keep changing paths, but somehow end  up tripping with the same stone.

Me before You.

    There are days when sadness overcomes my heart, and to try to divert it, I think about you. But then the thought hunts me, and the happiness you once created, becomes sadness.   I can't deal with this madness...

    Those days your dissapearing seems like a punishment bestowed upon me.
 Other thoughts invade me, they provoke me panic, and jealousy, and end up breaking me. I could even say, you break my heart without knowing.

   Woe it's me and my heart, to which my counciousness yells that I am not even an option, and points out my flaws.
  So I seems to me I am condemned to  forever be, that person who longed for a love that will never be.