Sometimes, I feel like a pea.

Sometimes...

When you say you love me, I feel so good.
But when I realize you praise another woman as highly. I question, why, when you have me?
How can you tell another...her 'smile can steal your heart'.
Your words are like darts.
Can I trust you?
When you say you love, I feel like it's with half a heart.
When you lust after others.
Spill intimate words of passion shared most often between lovers.
Your heart, mind, soul, body are all connected.
God did not separate one from the other.
When you give away one in lust all is lost.
It takes a little away from me and we.
I feel that knot in my throat, the heaviness in my heart and pit of me.
When you say you...those are just words now.
Like a mosquito buzzing by me.
Cheapened, you make this, we.

You see no wrong which makes it worse. Like a nightmare where only I can see.

And awaken feeling wronged and alone.

Beneath trust;
Why must you use lovers words with another? What of me? Is nothing sacred?

Heartmindbody. Are those conneceted, when you say you love me?

When you...it is stained.
By your indecency.
Me in my world,
You in yours.
Me in my world, alone.