Maybe tomorrow I’ll understand you.
Maybe the light in your eyes will mean something to me,
Hold some place in my heart,
That no one can touch.
Maybe I won’t think of someone else when with you,
Your every action won’t remind me that you’re not her
Your flawed skin will be perfect because I love you.
Not inferior.
Maybe time won’t pass you by,
While I selfishly hold you to me,
Wishing for things that cannot be
Yet afraid to embrace that which is, must and will be.
Maybe the knowing look you now turn to me, won’t break my heart.
Surely you understand I do lo-, lo-
I can’t even say it.
I hate myself.
We won’t have an end now, we shouldn’t have had a start.
Now that I hold you, but she holds my heart.
