I look at you and see a fool,
I look at you and see shame,
We are not the same person,
You are not me and I am not you.
You have lost me to you,
And I have lost you to me,
I have no clue why you are still here,
Do you ordain my suffering, or just get contracted for it?
Am I tormented or not?
I ask myself these questions knowing that no resolve will come anytime soon,
Who has ears to understand, please speak, because my voice is dried up and cast asunder.
Should I even use the word plunder, probably not.
This girl may not even know that I love her, that every time I think about her the world makes sense,
I have betrayed myself, but she makes me feel like I actually know myself.
But cast all that aside, for her to probably find another guy who can do more for her,
Know himself not just through thinking of her,
But devoid of her,
What do I actually know about myself,
Do I know enough to know that I may not be ready to even know the love in my life?
I have met the love of my life, but has the love met me,
Have I even met my love within me,
Do not confuse this for a tale about love,
This is horror...
Isn't that what love is?
