It's almost as if you're a poem waiting to be written
You keep racing through my mind for no apparent reason
I am stuck staring at my phone all day
Just hoping to see my screen brighten up with your name

I recognize this feeling
The feeling of butterflies by hearing your voice
and unfortunately I am not given another choice
because we do not choose who we fall for

So, I am going to try to make my way through the door
Because I do not want to feel anymore
To feel the lies, the pain, lack of trust and faith

It's easy to run the race of love
But to finish it, that's my struggle you see
Because in my mind
Love is not something everyone has made it out to be

Whether the relationship was in a friendly or romantic kind of way
I have been betrayed incredibly
I'm honestly starting to think it's just me
I would love to be your boo, your baby, your girl, or your shawty

And I promise I will finish this story shortly
But I can not help but fall for you
And believe me, I hope you feel the same way too
But I can not be tied down

I guess you can say I have a wall up, a sheild
to keep myself from getting hurt
and although I did love the way we would flirt
I still have these heavy wounds that need to heal

At this point I don't know what to do
But what I do know for a fact is that
There will one day be a poem dedicated to you