Words that I say,
You don't get.
Heart that I pour out,
You distrust.

All things I do for you,
You interrupt.
You take my love for granted,
Misconidering it, to be 'lust'

We are far,
Far to be friends,
Far to even trust,
Far enough, to distrust,
Misinterpreting things to lust!
I guess, tears, remorse
And laments all

That will ever be the element,
Of the impossible 'Us'