I don’t want to leave…
When I’m too lost in loving you exclusively.
It’s a dream in my head painted too beautifully.
There’s a caveat of desiring a love obsessively.
I should stop at one, but I push it to three…
When it’s all over, who will clean up the mess and decaying debris.
I’m wasting away, waiting for the love I know is just imaginary.
You’re the only one I have written in my personal stationary.
Maybe the only stories I know are the ones that are cautionary…
This fable is too pretty for me to find evidence of a more realistic theory.
A tug and war game and my hands and heart are becoming weary.
I know it’s wrong…I always say….
But then my heart and mind go two different ways.
I could stay forever in a lie,
When the truth is too hurtful to let myself ask why.
Why I need to have you want me.
Why I can’t seem to learn love’s true nature doesn’t seek selfishly.