Heartache

I want you in my life,
That's not a statment,
That's a fact.
My life is killing me, slowly,
I need you back.
Sometimes it makes me angry that I'm still
Caught up on you.
But, it's the way you move, talk breath...
It's the little things you do.

Everyone's heart beats- it's what keeps us alive.
It stops. We all die.
My heart, it beats for you
Each emotion you feel, I feel it too.
I break down,
Crying
On the random sometimes.
It's because of you,
And the things you do to me...
It should be made a crime.

You ignore my exsistence.
Each time I die,
A little bit more inside,
All I need is a 'Hello' or 'Bye'
All I need to know you care,
To prove to myself,
That
Some
Sort-of
Love
Is there.

You have the worlds longsest History of 'My babyee'
When, will it be my two weeks?
I know I don't have much to offer.
I'm not blonde or 'gawjus'
or something or other.
All I can promise is that
You know you will have my heart
Stick with me, we can never part.

This heartache is rediculous, stupid and vain
You could never love a girl like me
This is insane.
My heart is pouring out to you
alover this page.
My pen burning through thr paper
Praying you'll stay.

But you won't,
Why should you?
When your 'Babyee' is one your arm,
With,
More girls queuing
At the door,
When you turn on the charm

This poem is for you,
My dear,
My Beloved
I Pray...
Someday...
You will realise...
All you need,
All I need,
All I want...
Is
You and me.

Then the heartache will end.