Nondescript Poem #4

How I wish I could show you the truth,
Show you that the pain you feel is mine as well.
That no matter what, love can find you,
Even when the light has been put out.
If only I could stop this charade,
And tear my heart apart for you to disect.
But my lips won't say,
What I wish they would.
So here I sit writing this verse,
Because this poor fool continues his curse.