I avoid thinking about you
and all you want us to be.
I give excuses about why we can't meet
but deep down, I just don't want you here.
Because when I stop to pretend about my little happy life
aren't you the one by my side.
It isn't you who made up the words I write,
much less the reason of my loose smiles.
I want to like you,
but you ain't her.
I want to like you,
but can I call it love, if it doesn't burn?
I want to like you,
but when I am with you it feels wrong.
I want to like you, I swear
but pushing me to fall in love
without wanting you at all
it's too much to bear.

-I wish I could control my feelings.