Soar eyes

My eyes are soar from the tears.
Bright blue with sadness.
Red for the pain around it.
When ever I think of you I get like this.
I think of never finding you.
I think of finding you then loosing you.
I'm sick of loosing things.
I've lost too much in my life to loose another.
When I look distant and lost,
Alone and angry.
That's real pain.
That's my mind taking control and thinking.
Thinking hurts me and makes me cry.
The thoughts of the bad.
Hardly the good.
I fall hard.
I fall fast.
And I keep falling.
Never stopping until someone catches me.
You give a thumbs up to your friends thinking I'm okay.
I'm not.
My mind has taken over,
and the tears start to fall.
I love, love.
I love it too much.
But it's out of my reach.
It's something we all need.
Not everyone gets to it though.
I want that.
But do you want that too..
With me?