I can't do this anymore.
I'm tired of all the effort,
of trying to be good enough,
of my friends telling me that the one who's not enough is you,
and me trying to explain that you are.  
It's exhausting.
All the waiting,
all the hoping of you to realize that this could've been good.
I'm tired of praying every night for you to commit,
for you to want something serious,
I'm tired being let down everytime my phone rings and it's not you,
of the constant ups and downs,
of feeling devastated because I only get to have glimpses of you,
of being scared that one day I'll stop seeing you for good,
of being worried that some other woman can take you and
I'll just have to stare.
One year is long enough.
I can't do this anymore. I'm done.

What do you wanna prove?
you are already enough for me.
When will I be enough for you?

I love the space between your fingers and how my hand in yours feels like home,
I love how peaceful you look when you're falling asleep,
and how you close your eyes when I caress your cheek,
and that you don't get mad when I mess up your hair,
I love lazy sundays and goodbye kisses,
but I don't like how fragile I become when I'm with you,
always with my heart pumping out of my chest,
always with shaky hands,
always focusing on not falling to the ground from the weakness in my knees,
I don't like how being together is the highlight of my days and that I know those highlights always end.
And after all that rush comes days of feeling blue,
because I never know when I will go back to you.

How did I let this happen?
How come out of nowhere now you are my first thought every morning?
The happiness I feel while singing out loud on my way to work seemed something from the past.
I have this goofy smile all day, even when we don't talk.
But when we do, oh my! The entire world disappears when you say "hi"
and I find myself thinking of ways to make you mine, not too fast so I don't scare you, not too slow so I don't die with every minute we spend appart.
Is this love?

They broke up,
at the edge of their wedding something went wrong.
The couple everyone adored
and the faith on having what they had completely gone.
                  What side are you on?
                                  I have no side, I love you both.
And he cries and she cries,
and they ask for advice,
I dont know what to say,
I wanted to be them.
I love you, he says, don't ever leave.
I love you, she says, thanks for staying here.
I guess that's what friends are for,
through good and bad,
even when I dont have the words to heal their wounds.

Right now we could be happy together,
or miserable, or both.
We won't find out until we actually are,
let's end this,
let's open the box and see if it survives.

Like that time when I prayed for a miracle and then I met you.
I'm uncontrolably falling in love,
now my prayers are for this to work,
just once I would like to be loved in return.