im not sure how far my love runs, but theres a breaking point, and i carry it with me, the knowledge that you will never feel this way about me nor do i want you to. i have a version of you in my soul corrupting my brain, making thoughts, stories, songs solely about you. you compromise my ability to process. it has taken years for me to realize this but now i see that i was always in love with you, and i might always be. you're a sliver of my soul and i can hope that i'm a sliver of yours