Are the root of my heartaches.
Mine,
Are too high.
I expect too much of you,
When all you can offer to me is—
Your exterior.
But what I desire the most, is your interior.
I expect you to offer me all of you because that's what I'd do for you.
But that's my mistake,
You're not me.
I cannot expect that of you.
But yet, I still don't want to give it up.
I expect things of you I should not.
And as those expectations break into pieces, so does my heart.
I do not know how to stop them from conjuring up in my mind.
Expectations are useless, destructive, and create misunderstandings.
I only expect you to be open hearted because that is what I am and what I am searching for.
But I cannot make you out to be someone you're not.
It is not possible for me to change you, it's not that I necessarily want to.
I just want you to let me in,
Because I've already let you delve into me.
I'm showing you to trust me,
Because I've already let you see the real me,
And yeah it's scary.
But my expectations are calling to you,
Screaming to tell you that you can open up to me because
I am already here, open for you.
So if anyone gets hurt, we get hurt together.
I just somehow expect you to go against your own morals to be with me.
And I cannot force you to,
You've already underwent so many changes.
My expectations of us overflow to create a sea.
But in it there's no beauty,
because it is not reality.
They only make me feel—what I already know is not real.
But still, I expect
You expect
All we do is expect.
