It’s all too much to bear
That each time I start to really care
My heart is rejected and broken
Memories are my only token

I’ve questioned if God just hates me
I’ve questioned if there is something I can’t see
I’ve questioned if it’s not me, then who?
‘Cuz obviously, it’s not just you.

All I want is to be loved and allowed to love
Of all things – time, space, location – for it to be above
Because I should be more than worth it
For me all things would be forfeit

Perhaps I ask too much
But must I wait for a never-to-come someday for such?
Is hope, faith and love really wrong?
WIthout these, I see no point to going on…

-T
~January 22, 2009