I miss you and you sit not even 2 feet from me. Why is it every time we talk you look away so distantly. Out of nowhere you started acting differently. I miss back when we vibed back when you acted like a wife. Back when we felt for each other when we wanted one another. Remember when I kissed your hand and you treated me like your man. When you got jealous of other girls and I reminded you that you're my world. Sure, we were never official but things were going so well. I miss you princess now I'm so restless. You cared so much and now I'm just pocket change but you're greater than a mountain range. Maybe I'm not meant to be happy and you'll probably never love me but as long as you smile I'll be okay for a while. Maybe I'm not the one but I won't just up and run. Leave you hanging when you need someone. I miss you, and I'm forced to repress not allowed to express. When I moved to this part of town I never expected to meet someone like you but I wish I hadn't. Now I'm wrapped around your finger while your heart lingers, probably for someone else, but hey. I hope he loves you more than me, he works hard to make you smile endlessly. I hope he makes sure you ate, and instead of fighting, he'd rather communicate. All in all I love you, and whoever wins your heart is the one who treats my princess like royalty. You told me no one talked to you like me, but now you leave me on seen. People ask what i see in you, but that's like trying to explain how a car works in a single word. No single word can describe you, except maybe perfect but not even that grasps who you are, you're so much more than perfect. It would take centuries to explain who you are, not only as yourself but to me. You probably don't talk about me, maybe back when we vibed, that one time to your mom, but baby our vibe, our rhythm got muted when you started acting weird. Now what could have been a song is now just a beat, nothing special. Well, not special to you but priceless to me. Baby just vibe with me, give me a sign that there could be a a "we." Let's write a song, not of pain but romance, one so we can slow dance. Yeah, a song of that kind, a dance, not bump and grind. Let me buy you flowers, and hold your hand for hours. We'll watch your documentaries and build memories. If only we had a chance for history. But the bastard that hurt you, he never saw your true virtue. Now you're scared to open your heart, cause baby you're torn apart. Players and cheats broke you down, that's why I hated this part of town. But then I met you. I wish I could take you on a cruise around down town, take you to dinner, prove to you I'm more than just a sinner. Take you to the mountains, watch the city lights, and dance to our song, pretend it's just you and me But how sad you'll never be my baby. Hell, I wish I didn't care but here I am, drenching these pages in ink, my thoughts and feelings finally expressed, too bad you'll never read this. I love you with more than I have, and whether you see it or not, that'll never matter to you, cause you probably love another, any other than the one who even bothers. 2 pages, front and back holding my thoughts, the ones youll never see, kept to myself usually. Man I want to hate you but fuck I love you. More than a teddy bear can make you aware. More than my thank-you notes can ever express. Baby my thoughts can't be compressed, they're to intrequit, and need to be expressed as they are, long and continuous, flowing out of my heart and onto these sheets like a river over stone, in this depressed and lost tone. I truly felt, I'm jim and you're Pam, I guess I'm just a fellow montwood ram. But damn, a girl from this region got me to rethink my religion. Remember when your dad had pain in his heart, I knew you couldn't be apart. I prayed 6 times over "God don't ruin this girls life, I lost my father figure , don't let her do the same." I guess he answered cause he's alive and well, thank the heavens. I still pray for you, hoping you find happiness and well shit I guess it isn't me. Anyways, I give up on love, my heart is dead, and it's still on your finger. I love you to death but you'll never love me, and that's fine I guess. I mean who would love a corpse like me? Been dead for 9 years just like him, no sign if resurrecting for another few. I guess this is goodbye my beautiful princess, at least till I'm worth something someday, I wish it ended some other way
