Thank you for being who you are. You are beautiful and you deserve someone better, than me.

We chase, we stop, wishing for nothing but
we love, we dream, believing you’re there
time washes away our innocent hearts, leave
mere desolation, left with fractured souls.

I can see it in your eyes,
the sheer desire burns brighter than the night sky;
yet I struggle to fight back the tear,
to the end of a fairytale that’ll never begin.

You know the right things to say,
the opportunities to grasp, what I think and want;
you hold my hand, kiss me goodnight,
yet somehow, that’s still not enough.

I hate confusion - not knowing what things mean, where things stand, how things are meant to be. I hate how my heart is saying no, to what seems like such a perfect beginning. I hate complexity, as I refuse to accept the twisted nature of my place in this world. Most of all, I hate the human nature - how we will always yearn for what we can’t have, dream to be who we aren’t; and love unrequitedly, endlessly.