You just want him because he doesn't want you.
What's the real difference between the two,
besides the fact that I tried and he doesn't want to.
On paper we put the same weight on the table, but
in your eyes his coating shines brighter than mine. It's like
a triangle who's legs can't connect, like a
parallel universe where lines intersect, but they
Never touch.
We can't get that intimate, you see,
we all know pain from the past, and the
lasting effect that vibrations leave when your
feelings grow too fast, and it
crashes and burns.
Back to dust, now I recognize what must have always been,
but another illusion woven on loves whim.