Unreflected

I could tell you I love you and it wouldn't mean a thing

My words are mere whispers that travel in the wind

I could tell you I need you and you'd walk out the door

My love is your heated home, but you embrace winter's cold

I could tell you I'm sorry for all that I've done wrong

My apologies are unopened letters that's been sent to the wrong home

I could tell you that I'm you and you are me

My being is your shadow so in darkness you live