It's time we had a little chat.
Don't you think what you're doing is a little harsh?
Mean and cruel, at that,
my stomach is churning into marsh!
And what stings the most,
is that you'll never feel.
What he does to me,
is more than real.
And even reality outdoes,
the fantasy he enscribes in me.
A word such as love,
seems so flaky suddenly.
You're just an organ,
what would you know?
It's much more than,
what my face has to show.
I hide most the of the pain,
deep inside me.
So the sadness and fear of rejection,
won't seem to glow brightly.
You pump up blood,
day after day.
And yet my blood,
is pumped away.
Everytime I see his face,
all my blood rushes from place to place.
I start to feel dizzy,
because those eyes have a trance.
I start to feel my heart beating,
as I imagine us dance.
My lovely dear heart,
I do sympathize with you.
When cupid shot his arrow,
he must have been blue.
Because the crack he created,
is quite unfixable.
And there's nothing you can do,
to fix it.
There's no such type of glue.
It seems that nowadays,
we don't get along so well you and me.
My mind says I shouldn't love him,
but you say differently.
His words and actions make me feel,
that none of this is real.
Yet you see something in his eyes,
that prove my doubts to be all lies.
In ways I like this war between us,
it gives me something to think of,
something to fuss.
It keeps me alive,
knowing you still have hope.
That one you'll me taken,
and tied to his rope.
Until then my fair heart,
I bid you to go.
Go catch him and make him accept you,
Oh how I want that so.
Love Ash
xoxo.
