Jan 2018
Sometimes, I hope for new beginnings. I want to live with sunshine in my eyes again, bucket of dreams, handful of courage and ecstatic happiness.
But there you sit in sadness and say you love her, you miss her. And I know nothing that I say or do will ever be enough.
All she gave you was not what you deserve.
Yet you wish you got more, and that makes me so sad that she doesn’t know what she is missing out on, a wonderful person like you.
As I sit on the sidelines with no voice of my heart
I want to give you the things that you need and deserve. Be anything that you ask me to be
You say I’m so perfect, so flawless, so beautiful so then why won’t you choose me?
You sit and reminisce at the past, but I don’t blame you because I know deep down it still gives you joy. While I’m here wanting to be your future
I suppose that doesn’t really matter to you, because she was all you ever needed.
I sit and contain my feelings at night, heaving with corrupted heart from having too much to bare.
To love with all my heart when you’re not there
I want to give you everything that I have but I know that I’ll never be what you want.
This doesn’t matter anyway, like we have a chance.
Like you would care for me and ask for a dance, but all you ever think of is dancing with her.
But I’ll be here anyway incase you need a shoulder.
I’ll stick around and act like your soldier, be protective of you like a good friend. Because that’s all I’ll ever be to you.
I’ve found my favourite fairytale, you’re my prince charming but one in a rusty armour who has had so much battle and I don’t plan in trading it with a prince in shinning armour.
But the only flaw to this story is I’m not your princess. I’ve stopped wishing on stars. It’ll just keep reminding me of what I can never have.
And I try to make you happy every day however you want.
And in literature they say,
“Loving will hurt, because love truly is the slowest form of suicide and it destroys you.”
But then again, would it be love if it did’nt?
It hurts to make you happy, but that’s okay because I don’t mind if it makes you happy.
But I know I’m not what you need, nor want.
But never again shall I find another quite like you. So I’m just going to stay put and be a good friend to you.
Sometimes,
I wish I didn't love you this bad.
I wish I could just let go.
But there you sit in sadness and say you love her, you miss her. And I know nothing that I say or do will ever be enough.
All she gave you was not what you deserve.
Yet you wish you got more, and that makes me so sad that she doesn’t know what she is missing out on, a wonderful person like you.
As I sit on the sidelines with no voice of my heart
I want to give you the things that you need and deserve. Be anything that you ask me to be
You say I’m so perfect, so flawless, so beautiful so then why won’t you choose me?
You sit and reminisce at the past, but I don’t blame you because I know deep down it still gives you joy. While I’m here wanting to be your future
I suppose that doesn’t really matter to you, because she was all you ever needed.
I sit and contain my feelings at night, heaving with corrupted heart from having too much to bare.
To love with all my heart when you’re not there
I want to give you everything that I have but I know that I’ll never be what you want.
This doesn’t matter anyway, like we have a chance.
Like you would care for me and ask for a dance, but all you ever think of is dancing with her.
But I’ll be here anyway incase you need a shoulder.
I’ll stick around and act like your soldier, be protective of you like a good friend. Because that’s all I’ll ever be to you.
I’ve found my favourite fairytale, you’re my prince charming but one in a rusty armour who has had so much battle and I don’t plan in trading it with a prince in shinning armour.
But the only flaw to this story is I’m not your princess. I’ve stopped wishing on stars. It’ll just keep reminding me of what I can never have.
And I try to make you happy every day however you want.
And in literature they say,
“Loving will hurt, because love truly is the slowest form of suicide and it destroys you.”
But then again, would it be love if it did’nt?
It hurts to make you happy, but that’s okay because I don’t mind if it makes you happy.
But I know I’m not what you need, nor want.
But never again shall I find another quite like you. So I’m just going to stay put and be a good friend to you.
Sometimes,
I wish I didn't love you this bad.
I wish I could just let go.
