How are you?

I can't help but wonder.
I see the way you look into my eyes, the way you look into my soul.
But are you looking for me, or are you looking for you?
You love me because the way i make you feel.
Its the meaning of love, right?
Love.
Thats a funny word.
I wonder.
Is love what makes the world go 'round?
Or is it the constant search for love?
I wonder.
Is worry enough?
Hell, is love enough?
After all, its just words. 
But words make the world go round, don't they?
wait.
I thought love made the world go 'round.
Words fill the empty space love creates.
Im stronger than you think. 
Im weaker than you think.
You worry about all the wrong things.
Dont worry about what i do to myself.
Worry about what i will do to myself.
The words you spew are razors to my throat.
But its only you that matters.
How i make YOU feel.
How what i do to me makes YOU sad.
How YOU want more.
How sad YOU are when im not around.
Its not that you miss me.
Its how lonely YOU are without me.
I wonder.
Sometimes.
When will it be about me?
Wait.
Thats wrong.
Im wrong.
Sshhhh.
Sing me to sleep my immortal beloved.
Pretty film to rest my eyes to.
Dreams to have and behold.
Trust to be betrayed.