I'm Like Your Victim And All That You Need Is An Alibi

It kills me not to know this, but I've all but just forgotten what the color of his eyes were and his scars or how he got them. As the telling signs of age rain down, a single tear is dropping through the valleys of an aging face that this world has forgotten. There is no reconciliation that will put me in my place and there is no time like the present to drink these draining seconds. But seldom do these words ring true when I'm constantly failing you, like walls that we just can't break through until we disappear.
But the day pressed on like crushing weights, for no man does it ever wait. Like memories of dying days that deafen us like hurricanes. Bathed in flames we held the brand, uncurled the fingers in your hand, pressed into the flesh like sand. Now do you understand?
One thousand miles away, there's nothing left to say. But so much left that I don't know, we never had a choice. This world is too much noise, it takes me under. It takes me under once again.

So tell me now, if this ain't love then how do we get out? Because I don't know. That's when I said, "I don't hate you, boy. I just want to save you while there's still something left to save." That's when he told me, "I love you, girl. But I'm not the answer for the questions that you still have."
I don't hate you.