These White Petals On My Head

Dimittere

He technically said he’d never like someone like me.
So why does it feel like I’m the one who’s running away?
When we’re in the same room and my eyes would instantly dart at him,
My head would desperately seek for an escape.

I wouldn’t want to say that I’m running in circles,
But maybe wanting him is just a noxious habit.
I wouldn’t say that I tried to defy the principle,
Every time I crave something more when I can’t have it.

But God, why do I always find myself back to square one,
When all these times I force myself that he’s no longer who I want?
I kept on convincing myself that this isn’t about us or him.
Maybe it’s just my hopeless need to feel something.

When he’s in someone’s arms and I end up in someone’s bed again.
Maybe, just maybe, things would become so different.
But if I let this scorching emotions die in silence,
Would it really make any difference?