jueves, 23 de mayo de 2013

Why I bother.

Why do I even bother trying
to create some type of relationship
with you, oh you,
when all I wanna do is not be related
to anything that has to do with you.
Your life.
Your friends.
Your wishes.
Your wants,
your needs,
the kisses.
I don't want to think about you.
I don't wanna worry about you.
I don't want you to think about me
worrying about you. You see.
I don't want to think.

Yet here I am, waiting patiently for a call that I will never get.
That "ping" from the chat box that you will never send.
That chirp from a text that will never be read.

See, I don't even know why I bother.
There's nothing I can gain from this struggle.
All I do is wish you the best and you don't even get
where I'm going with this.
I bet you think I want to take you back.
That with my words, you'll hopefully realize
that all I am is a fool that loves you. oh you.
And that everything will be better if you
let me love you kindly.

I don't even know why I bother.
I guess I wish it will make me stronger.
But truth be told, I'm just as weak as my knees
whenever you are close to me.
But this is how it shall be.
You keep me waiting on that call that I've been stressing
for, and I will just sit here. Not knowing
what's happening in your life, but imagining it with me.

Or is that I'm just not meant to be
in love.
with someone
like you.
Or is that you're not meant to be
in love
with someone
like me.
I don't even know why I bother.