the ramblings of the lost and confused

How can I get through this...they say that people do.
Do they really, though? That would make me wonder
Did those that get through ever feel this much?
Did they know what it was like
To have time suspended
while in their lover's arms?
Did they know what it was like
To have their body respond
To a look from across the room?
Did they know what it was like
To feel anothers thoughts
To see the pain so deep in them
That you can feel the cuts?
Did they know what it was like
To dream of far off places
And then open your eyes and see them
Etched in your lover's face?
Could anyone possibly know
of slow and sweet and explosive passion
Of hands and mouths that know the other so well
That there are no words to capture the connection
Could anyone else really know what it is
to walk in silence and comfortable cadence
And know that the other's thoughts
While not exactly the same as your own
You know they dance in flawless rhythm.
Are there another two who have felt this?
This electricity charged pulsing of souls
This always wanting to be better for you and for them
And in their smile, you know that they know
Do any other two know
of safety and passion, of lusting and words
Sharing, exploring and seeing glorious new worlds.
Does anyone else know what its like
to fit with someone in all the right places
Then to have to cut these two apart
Because of surrounding faces.
Could anyone else possibly know
The depths of sorrow and fear and pain
To have to wake up and look into the eyes
Of an empty, bland world again
Great writers have said that its better
To have loved and lost than not to have loved
I cannot believe they felt the same as me
Or they wouldn't toss out fortune cookie words
For those who have got through this
I guess something worked for them
But I cannot see another side
To this dreary tunnel I am in
I might learn to disguise my pain
Wearing makeup to hide my scars
I will smile and laugh and it won't reach my eyes
I might even dress for this part.
For that is all it will be
A role I am playing
A mask I will keep in place
Why tear it off and expose what I've lost
To those who took it away
I'll be damned if I show someone else
The suffering that is cutting me
I'll be damned if I listen to false words and looks
Telling me this is not about me.
So precious were those powerful moments
That even in their death they'll be mine
Not ruined or cheapened by the empty faces
Who tell comforting lies.