I'm a perfectionist,
the timing must be right...

Lost in the fantasy land that I might have meant...
but we both know I'm lying to myself...

There's moments that I feel unsure
of what we will be when tomorrow...

Embrace me in your hypocritical ways,
lie to me with the intention of never saving me...

I sit here,
& hope...

This poem kind of fits in with another one called...
If passion was meant to be seen...

If being a best friend means always being there,
then you're a best friend of mine...

If everything happens for a reason,
why am I so focused on the past...

If I told you,
I had a crush on you...

Laying roses at her feet,
& playing tag with hearts...

If love is meant to be chaotic and tragic,
then we're in undeniably in love, my dear...

If only life had a delete button,
I'd erase every memory of you...