but it's the same feeling I get
as when the rain hit my neck
I became blind
lost in the source of my life-
your eyes-
wouldn't have looked twice
if not for say it right,
but I don't want to have to say it twice.
I guess with every gift comes a curse
my view is that from love, it gets worse
you have to question whether she's worth
the pain it takes to move past your first.
You are and I'd tell you
but people are fickle
one second from the confession
and you utter a sentence
that splits me down the middle.
how you're still broken
and no man is a proper replacement
like I've ever tried to be him,
I respect the past is sacred
we could make a new relationship
with a reluctance to step up
happiness dependant on only
kisses, jokes and foot rubs
how you're still broken
and no man is a proper replacement
like I've ever tried to be him,
I respect the past is sacred
we could make a new relationship
with a reluctance to step up
happiness dependant on only
kisses, jokes and foot rubs
and you
refuse
to settle
so until you tell me not to
i will continue to love you
in the most passive way possible.
in every email
and text
and joke
being there
trying not to stare.
being there
trying not to stare.