Faxcs

I'm passing.

You in front of me, you look like you're relaxing.

We don't say words but we see passion in each others eyes when we have our interactions.

I ask myself "What's happening?".

The feeling of insanity in my mind because I think I might have an attachment to your soul and body. I study you like it's my favorite hobby. I want you to be mine.

But you're too kind so you lie. You say you don't have time but we all have time, I'm just not first in line.

We concieved connection of affection. Thought we were going in the right direction. I was just an addition to your collection.

An addition to your collection? 

I gather the broken pieces of my pride. Pieces which are no longer pieces. They've disolved into the creases of my still recoving heart of damaged peices...

And you ask why..?