He Only Writes "I love you"

He Only Writes "I love you"

It's sad ot think he was ever there.
His humor doesn't matter when his bitterness shows.
I don't think he'll ever know,
How it hurts when he's not around,
Or how he doesn't care.
Morning's close and I don't want him there.

No where near me,
He never knew me,
He's starting to kill me.

Now, I pretend, but inside I'm gone,
He won't notice and just carry on.
I thought things would get better, but they only got worse,
I've stepped into a house that's cursed.
The bricks have all been laid and a bed is left to make.
Life is just a game and the smiles faked.

Now he's no where near me,
He'll never know me,
But I'll make him hear me.

Will he regret what he's done?
Maybe if I was the only one.

He'll never understand that I've stolen his pen.
He can never write those words again.
It's hard to picture that as anything, but a lie.
He never really cared until it was his time.

It's time to hear me,
I wish he got to know me,
But he'll never be that close to me.

I feel buried in his emotionless pit,
He always wrote "I love you,"
But did he really mean it?