Trying to make this work is sending me to a different direction

When I call your name I usually have someone else in mind.
Every time I come home I aim my frustration and wait for you to start.
  
I know it wrong of me to move on and desire you for my own selfish needs.
And I focus my love to someone else so my lust for you tends to fall back.

When I see the signs of us going at it I feel so pressured to leave.
When I sense the glass of your sanity cracking I only fear that you’re turning back.

I never notice the time and I forget the days when I’m with you.
The days that we are having problems it slow down.

This poem is for a flower that always makes my day.
I trample on other plants because I’m picky.

Roses I grow tired of, its hard for me to hold them with my caring hands
This flower is different its roots reach out to me and its leaves start to blush.

It smiles at me daily but when I smile I can tell it smiling back.
It’s funny how my skin can’t reflect the sun like yours can.

I’ll rather plant you separate in a *** because they don’t deserve to be next to you.

At the end of a long day I enjoy coming to my garden and lie down with that flower.
Stare into the relaxing clouds and whisper to the flower and say man do I love daisies.

Who do you go to if you need someone to talk to?

What do you do beside get anger when you are hurt?

How bad are your past stories to make you distrust everyone.

I can only watch you from a distance because you push everyone back so far.

What pressure me to help you and why am I so afraid to reach out and ask if you need it?

I wonder what I have to use to destroy your shields and how many step I have to take to get close to you and hoping you won't take me for granted.

Everyone can easily see your pain through your skin and they can tell from your reaction how much you suffered

What pains me the most knowing their someone else that experiencing the same thing that you endured

So many times I want to tell you hold on because I'm coming to help you.

So many times I see you cry and but all I can do is walk away because I feel so weak to come to your aide.  

Even when I close my eyes all I can see is your face drowning in yours tears and I keep telling myself how much I want to tell you this

I want to tell you to save your tears for me that way when we meet in person you can rest your head on my chest and tell you to drench my chest with your tears