MY ULTIMATE QUESTION: a poem

You see me every morning, your eyes always glare at me. I ask u y but u give no true reason to believe. every morning its the same routine, until my heart starts to slowly bleed. death do us part, you kill me now, you can hear my heart brake though its a silent sound. i ask again y, you say i dont know, cant give u a better reason, but all ik is i love u so much i cant let u go.