What is left of us and is mistaken for love.

Theres emptiness in the words that have come out of your mouth. Why is it that I try to open up your heart to try to protect you and yet you turn away from me. Have I done something in this life to make you disregard me as a human being? That makes you hate me for who I am? Even if I asked you these questions you still turn away; as if planning to destroy the world that I've created for us, you scowl at everything I do or say. Love was never suppose to be dense and empty as you tend to act like it is. We are suppose to freely express our optimistic feelings for each other and share the memories we cherish, suppose to tell everything to one another and be open about it all, but instead we result to keeping our many secrets that eat away at this thing we mistaken for love. As if this could ever turn around and be okay tomorrow and for the rest of our lives. As if happily ever afters ever really happened. What point is there to ponder these things anymore? Love has been snatched away and replaced with bitter words and stares. There will never be love again for what we are now is hate.