Your grammar *****.
Your heart is ******.
You all too often duck,
Away from me.

I feel like I’m reading too much into this.
I really don’t think I can take it,
Falling in and out of you so frequently.

I really don't think you give a ****.
Something about your gaze tells me to keep calm,
That it'll all pay off.
Where’s the reflection of that?

I don't wanna feel this right now.
A stone cold face while I watch my heart race.

Watching potential take flight into nothingness, it scares me.
We only get one chance within this dance.

I'm not demanding to intertwine,
I just want to have that vine between hearts.
One with a platonic start.

We all so often flee and kid ourselves into thinking we’re free
What would happen,
If you and me
Were to just be?
Wipe the slate clean and just BE.
My own issues don't entertain that possibility,
My self fulfilling prophecy tells me you think you're too good for me.

I’m so tempted to display a humble plea,
I feel like if I did so I would be loosing parts of me.
That may be pride speaking to a certain degree.
Once again, it's that self fulfilling prophecy.

I wish it weren't so,
Oh, I wish it weren't so.

If only I could put into words all the aspects of myself this is stirring.
It's like I'm watching a fast clipped movie containing
all the scenarios over the years that have brought my psyche to this conclusion.
No matter what I do or what perspective I view from we still end up stuck staring at this block.
I don't know how to get out of this.

Have I made an *** out of myself yet?
* scurries under a metaphorical rock *

I guess I'm done?
You won.