Should I be thinking that I'm patient? Or that I'm simply witless?
How my ridiculous envisage of us together is still on my head
Bound to a soft seed of hope I refuse to let burn out
Haunting me every single night as I lay vexed on my bed

I don't know where to begin, or how to approach you
It'll feel so right with you, but it feels so wrong to try again
My tears, they fall... But still caught by no shoulder
Only wishing yours could be there the next time I cry again

How does a guy tell a girl he loves her when she doesn't?
Even when he knows it in his heart that they weren't meant to be
My fears, they call... I stress to salvage what I can
Every last happy memory, hopefully before it ravages my sanity

Would you say that I'm truehearted? Or that I'm simply crazy?
How my pathetic fantasy of us together is still on my mind
Bound to a fine channel of strength I refuse to close off
Taunting me with the unrelenting torment I can't leave behind

(7th September 2012) - My 114th Poem...