Maybe these desperate attempts to prove my love,
To prove I'm a friend,
To prove all that is true,
Have led you to believe the opposite;

Maybe it needed to be effortless,
To let the effortless conversation flow,
To let the effortless comfort of silence be,
To let the effortless love bloom

Love was never a choice,
Maybe that's why,
You could walk away,
And I still could not let go
When I call you my own,
How I can a drop a part of myself?
Letting go would be like cutting off a vital *****,
And one doesn't do that,
Even if they're on life support

He's the only thing that makes me want to live.

I'm burning in my own hell
Built of my own insanity