I think I’ve figured it out but this doesn’t feel like closure
What good would it do to be in love with someone
who could never accept me?
I break my own heart on a weekly basis
by falling for you.
And I know it's my own fault for believing
all the promises we both know are empty
but I am too weak to not give in to the pull
of this beautiful fantasy that we've imagined.
Talking to you makes my heart sing,
but once reality hits I want to throw it up.
We both know this is going nowhere,
we are both too stubborn.
You have too many reason why it wouldn't work,
and I'm enamored with the idea that it might.
And yet, we continue.
Damned to the endless ebb and flow
of wanting, reasoning, and hurting.
It's a bitter reality to digest,
but at our cores, I was desperate for a savior
and you love the attention.
So here I am, laid bare,
every honest emotion exposed,
simultaneously risking all and none.
But I'm tired of dancing around the truth.
So will we continue to lie to ourselves
or with each other?