I
shouldn’t…
Even now I shouldn’t.
I have tried a thousand times to make myself listen…
To convince my errant heart to bow to reason.
I have failed on each and every occasion.
You belong to another…
And I cannot make myself not belong to you.
Loving you is killing me.
Pieces die each time I think of all that I have given…
All that I have done,
For no reason other than to please you…
To see the smile that spells my addiction.
I am the one who has seen you through your darkest hours…
She gets to hold you in the light.
I am the one who has held back your tears…
She gets to share in your laughter.
I am the one who has sacrificed my heart to prove my love…
She is the one who holds yours.
I sometimes wonder if she has even the slightest of ideas
That she could never give you all that I was willing to give to you…
That she could never be all that I was willing to be for you…
That she could never hope to love you as much as I still love you…
That she could never be me.
I sometimes wonder if it would matter…
For though I would have given my heart and my soul to you…
I fear that even that would not have been enough.
Even now I shouldn’t.
I have tried a thousand times to make myself listen…
To convince my errant heart to bow to reason.
I have failed on each and every occasion.
You belong to another…
And I cannot make myself not belong to you.
Loving you is killing me.
Pieces die each time I think of all that I have given…
All that I have done,
For no reason other than to please you…
To see the smile that spells my addiction.
I am the one who has seen you through your darkest hours…
She gets to hold you in the light.
I am the one who has held back your tears…
She gets to share in your laughter.
I am the one who has sacrificed my heart to prove my love…
She is the one who holds yours.
I sometimes wonder if she has even the slightest of ideas
That she could never give you all that I was willing to give to you…
That she could never be all that I was willing to be for you…
That she could never hope to love you as much as I still love you…
That she could never be me.
I sometimes wonder if it would matter…
For though I would have given my heart and my soul to you…
I fear that even that would not have been enough.