The Love

Not being able to see you,
Hurts me.
Not being able to touch you,
Burns me.

I miss you.
I love you.
And all you do,
Is discard my love like a ripped piece of paper.

I hope you still love me.
I hope you will forgive me.
When times get hard,
And all I wanna do is cry.

I think of you,
And your staring eyes.
I think of your smell.
I think of you taste.

When the times like these start up,
Remember me.
And smile pretty.