You wonder why love runs cold? There is only so much hurt one heart can hold. You have this unattainable expectation That continues to be approach with hesitation. The death of love will be your insecurities And your constant accusations of ambiguities How will the love last you say When you are forced to go away? Why is it never enough? Why do you seek all the fluff? When you fly off the handle All it does is blow out the candle. It's overwhelming at best I truely hope there is something left.
You can't seem to be anything but paranoid, and I can't seem to be anything but annoyed. All I wanted to do is take your hand, be beside you while I stand. But you took us down to a place where we lost our minds and our space. To a place that I can't even hear you calling, where I am continually falling. You're yelling the words I want to hear, how you'll love me and hold me dear. But I can't decipher the code, of all the signs that continue to bode. Of the doom I feel eating me alive even though I struggle and I strive to keep my sanity at bay just to hear the words, "I'll stay.."
I don't want you to try and change me wasn't I what you wanted before it was you and me? Why do you feel the need to constantly push was I somehow going the wrong direction before the push? Never have I doubted myself more than now that I am with you more. Am I that lost and confused that you feel the need to abuse? How could I have missed all the signs of the abuse? Why can't I just be me and that be enough for you and me? Didn't you say you loved me?
*Trying something new while still dizzy and confused.*
Trying to make it happen is only making it dampen. The fulfilled look of love has drained away left with only a look of disdain. You should have known you could only push so far before you tore from heaven the star. You hung it there with such care but ripped it down without as much as one last stare. Climb back up and reposition the moon and please, please do it soon. Before what was so preciously made is just left to wither away.