I'm here to create
I tell myself it's my fate
I tell myself it's what I'm being told
To say that out loud would be far too bold
My head feels like it's going to explode
There's a pressure in the back
A pressure for gold
I could just fall asleep
But instead I'm here making it deep
A small pillow holds me up
A big lonely bed supports my luck
Do I deserve what I have?
Or should I be kicked in the road and learn to make it back?
It has gotten to a point where the choice is made
It's a frightening realization
But it's one that could save my dreams
The second to last thing I want to do it break her heart
It tears me apart to see her this harmed
I love her, I love her, I love her
I just don't believe I'm meant to be with her
I'm not going to lie, the thought lately doesn't sound half bad
But if I give this time, resentment will be killer
My prayer for post is that we turn out to be true lifelong friends, not ghosts.
She's a true gem and I hope she sees that's how I view her.