Love...Is The Slowest Form Of Suicide. Poem by Bree Swart

Your wrods echoing through my mind and heart,
Do you want it to be the end,
Do you want to take your part?

I'm not a mind reader, some things I just don't see,
You say I don't know you,
But I'm trying,
So just let it be.

There is no escape,
There is no release,
I don't know what to do,
So shall I just weep?

I do that anyways,
Not much to change there,
Life's just unfair.

Why must I make all the effort?
Is your love really true,
I have never argued,
When you say, 'I love you.'

Because I trust you
But you don't seem to trust me.
I really do love you,
But you are too blind to see.