You tell me you love me,
And I wonder-do you and I Perceive love differently,
Or do you find pleasure in feeding me lies?

You tell me you would do anything for me,
And I wonder-is "anything" taking my bullet?
Or buying me a box of chocolates on Valentines Day?

You tell me you would be broken if I died,
And I wonder-is that mourning so deeply, you lose your very being?
Or standing in the back at my funeral?

I tell you I love you,
And I'm telling you the truth.
But I cannot spend eternity in the arms of someone who only completes a fraction of my soul.