You serve as the wrong type of inspiration.
And an intense kind of desperation.
You drew me in with your lonely, troubled mind.
I wished to change,
And release the darkness that was strongly confined.
I was hypnotized by your willingness for me;
To always be there,
That much I needed,
But the rest of you I couldn’t see.
Until my friends would break me from the haze;
My fate revealed
But only temporarily
Until you locked me back into your gaze.
I wonder if I’ll ever escape
Or if this will be my reality.
Is it a matter of strength
Or am I trapped to bare this brutality.
Eventually, I will be okay.
Followed by a sense
Of promising light that seems to quickly fade away.
Is this how it works,
Being in love?
Or is our garden overgrown.
Is it game of intensified emotions
That consumes its players?
Or is this relationship overblown.
Is the downfall worth the gain?
Is the passion worth the pain?
I would miss you.
Is this really how it’s played?
Does true love cut like a blade?
I can push through.
But yet again,
I have changed.
A pleasant girl
To the one thing
She wished not to lose,
When he’s the one thing
That she should.