When they get too close,
I swim away.
When they get too far,
my heart decays.
The sight of them
excites me, so.
The thought of loss
just gives me woe.
I long for someone
who understands.
Whether it be
a woman or man.
Maybe I'm just
a perfectionist.
Maybe I'm just
an objectivist.
So just like trash,
I throw you out.
Hoping that
new roots will sprout.
Someone please,
show me the way.
These nights are long;
my feelings sway.
Am I so exotic
that no one can impress?
Is love really tangible,
or is it just a mess?
I stand alone,
but strong - I stand.
I stand alone;
come hold my hand.