Sometimes, I am completely confused by your lingering presence.
Some how you managed to tattoo yourself onto my heart,
and it was the most magnificent thing I have ever experienced.
But, I feel like you labeled me yours
so that I may always run to you,
but never handed your whole heart to me
so that you may run from me.
I'm bewildered how our time has never come -
but maybe you've played you cards so that it may never be.
I rip my heart and soul open, and pour it out to you freely, when you lend your ear;
Yet you can't even explain how you feel when I lay next to you.
How does that work?
How is that not dysfunctional to you?
Do you really know what's going on?
I give every thing I have to you on a silver platter -
I even feed it into your foul mouth.  
But no decision is never made.
Your words are becoming a broken record,
and I've grown tired of the piercing noise it lets out.
You say you love me - but can't leave her.
But heres my realization....

*If you are to love two souls, let the first go.
If you loved the one so much, your heart wouldn't long for the other.