Cry for you.

why do you make me cry everytime?
even though i tell myself i dont care.
one call provocs sadness all over
why do you bother calling?
just to let me down and hurt me.
friends tell me repetivly,
you only love him because of the way he touched you,
the way he held you,
dont fool yourself.
but to be touched seems such an honour,
body and soul rejoicing.
what is the definition of true love?
is it pain?
at least then i'd know i love you,
instead of endless self questioning.
i cant seem to let you go,
its like a personal flaw.
not that it matters...
im lost without you and lost with you.
i dont want to be single till age claims me.
i want to be loved, to be held.
you satisfy that right,
but its company you and i lack.
you know i care for you,
care enough,
to die for you,
to hold for you,
cry for you.