You buy me roses and call me darling
I answer your messages hours later and call you by your name.
Yet your persistence never withers.
You want romantic evenings filled with serenading , candle lit rooms and whispers of sweet nothings. I want them too but not with you.
You're better judgement clouded by the visage that I am the perfect girl for you. My heart screaming at me that you are not the one for me.
You have our whole lives planned out, our future to you a dream you never want to wake up from but to me its a nightmare that never ends.
Advice says to do the dutiful thing and end it but how do I tell you what I feel is nothing when I think of you. Shouldn't there be any feeling at all?!
How do I face you knowing that what I want to do will tear your life to shreds.
After all you buy me roses and call me darling , you serenade me with sweet nothings and candle lit dinners , our future a realisation to you , an image of me as the definition of perfection.
While I keep you at arms length , call you by your name and weighed down by the burden that is your love.
