Why Won't You Meet Me Halfway?

 I stand here,all alone,with my heart
enveloped in my hands. I stand
here,in an unfamiliar territory,waiting
for you to meet me halfway - but you
never do. Tears stroll down my face,
each tear drop bearing heavy pain
from deep down within me. You
ask me what's wrong,wiping the evidence
of my torment from my face. My reply,
short and sweet,re-assures you that I'm
perfectly fine. You don't seem to bother
trying to fathom that moment of my
outburst. You carry on with your life
as though you've got no care in the
world. I,on the other hand,spend most
of my time piecing together the fragments
of my heart. That heart of mine which
fell on the cold,hard concrete floor shattering
the second it touched it. So fragile.
So fragile and so full of pain. Tormented
by the sound of your voice and the sight
of your face; and the thought of knowing
that you will never be mine.