How futile the concept of us, I held on to you even when you made it clear that I was never yours, I prayed for you despite my life falling apart.
I still have faith, the stubborn kind that won't go away unless you certify its futility. I can't let go, my grip is too strong so I need you to push me.
Maybe I'm being cruel, maybe despite my flaws you want me too, maybe what I feel for you is not lust but rather, chemistry?
Maybe I was too insecure. Maybe what I feel for you, you feel for me and maybe us can finally be because God damn, I'm in love with you.
Or maybe that's the faith talking again, maybe us is beyond existence and my only regret in time would be that I, was never truly yours.
