IF YOU CAN'T LOVE ME

*throws his personality against the wall
and tears at the posters with his fingernails.*

If you can't love me, then
why can't you get out of my head?
Why must I turn the corners at night
to wish your face was there?
Why must I save the seat next to me at plays,
only to wish it was holding you?
Why must I kiss the air
to wish that it was your lips?
Why must I cry upon my arms
and wish that I were not like this?
Why did you have to match my soul,
only to walk away?
If you can't love me,
then why must I feel so empty?