A lover. I tried to make a lover out of you. Even though you take my wrist and salvage the red wine dripping from my soul, my heart. I could not make a lover out of you, but I still could not let you go because you cannot choose who you love, you cannot pick your poison. I knew I could never amount to what you wanted, I knew I could never fulfill your wishes but I still tried and I still failed and I still fail. I tried to not love you. I tried to tolerate you, tolerate your absence, tolerate my emptiness. I tried to ignore the pang in my chest, i tried to ignore the burning fire in my head and my heart that longed for your touch. I tried to make a lover out of you. I tried to make a lover out of myself. I tried to make an impression. But I cannot make a lover out of you nor of myself, because you were you and i was i, we were just... just, and being just never worked.
