Truth

Truth

All I can see when I see you is the physical evidence that we were never meant to be,

It's plain and clear you and I together would be nothing more than a stain in your hair

But I can't bare the agony of my jealousy nor the fact that we must remain friends

I could go through countless endeavors and still reach no end where we would be never severed, forever

Forever from now we are still friends but as a secret admirer I grow tired and yet again lay my feelings across the wire hoping for them to dry under your warm glow

I sit face down to the ground but as I look up to see your beautiful face shadowed by the sun I witness nothing but the one desire being teased before me

It's not your fault you are the pinnacle of perfection but from my perspective your problems produce that of witch they contradict

I have never spoken so deeply, I never will,

Still sitting solemnly strongly staring statically so something or nothing could erupt

The something is my hope

The nothing is my drive

The satisfaction from having nothing is what makes me feel alive

If you're to love me I'd say thank you

But as I stay lonely I must say thanks too

Thanks for helping me keep the only emotions I've ever felt

Lust and sadness

Which at this point indirectly led me to madness.