To everyone you're enchanting and delightfully confusing.
Surprising them all with all the words that spill from your mouth.
Words that intrigue every person that stumbles upon them.
Yet I can't seem to bring myself to loving you.
I hear your voice calling to me, begging for me to come.
Yet I am stuck in my abyss, stricken by my realizations.
That this isn't love, its a pathetic excuse of a crush.
And no matter what deceiving lies you tell me, I wont change my mind.
I'm sorry that I don't feel for you what I swore I did.
And I'm ashamed to admit my promises are just as weak as yours.
You can tell me all your broken tunes that you claim as songs.
But they are not enough for me to with take in mind.
You give to me everything that makes you proud.
Yet in my hands it all seems so worthless,
as a child lifting up their hands to give me love.
Still I can not help but deny it.
The words of hope that you never spoke before, given to me.
But to me seem only as mumbled mistakes.
For it is all to late, that this misunderstanding can no longer unfold.
And in it all I don't love you, and I'm ashamed because I've had to admit the reasons why. -
