Aren't Things Supposed To Be Like This?

Weren't hands made to hold each other?
Then why can't I hold yours?
And weren't lips made to kiss?
Then why is it that my lips can't come anywhere near yours?
Wasn't it said that arms were made to wrap around someone else?
But why must it hurt so bad to hug you, isn't it supposed to feel comforting?
Isn't Love supposed to make you happier in life?
Then why is it that it makes things so much worse?
Aren't love notes supposed to be full of happiness and joyfulness?
Why are yours full of lies, then?
How can you expect me to believe that you Love me, when you can't even look me straight in the eye and say so?
I know I can, to you.
Weren't voices made to let you talk?
Then why can't you use it and talk to me?
Didn't ears give you the power to listen?
Why won't you listen to me, then?
Aren't eyes there, so we can see anything and everything?
Then why can't you see me, and what you've done to my heart? Am I really that invisible to you?
Weren't the words, 'I Love You' said to mean something?
Then why is it, that whenever I said them to you it didn't seem like much?
Don't legs allow you to walk?
Why won't they walk up to me, then?
All I want to know is, why can't you still do all of these to me? I'm still your friend, and you're still mine.
When you don't do these things, it hurts, and I don't understand why I can't do them anymore either.