Unspoken Reality

By the time my tears hit my cheeks, I've been crying inside for days.
By the time I ask you to do something for me, I've already planned to do it myself.
I'm aware of your feelings for me. I'm aware of what you don't feel for me.
I'm alone. I'm alone with a warm body that lies next to me. How is that?
I ask myself that question everyday. The answer???? hmmm, It could be a case of not wanting to start over. Maybe I'm in love with the idea of being in love.
Who Knows? What I do know is that I'm tired, and I just want you to know that yes, I know.............