I keep reminding myself that I don't love you anymore; not sure if I'm lying or letting my heart out.
But when I read those poems I wrote about you, why does it feel like there's a fire inside me that's burning myself away into ashes and leaving me pain stricken?
I feel like my eyes are burning and to extinguish that fire, I slowly fill up my eyes. But deep down I know that's just a lame excuse.
So, if you can read this one day, answer this for me....
Do I Still Love You? Do I Still Want You? And Most Importantly, Do You Still Love Me?