Why can't you read me like a book? All is here for you on a plate. As plain as this piece of paper upon which I write, may be an ode to you, a love song of a kind. Talking about the fact you doubt the amount of which I've fallen for you. After all love is just a test for two. You knew that would stir a reaction. You wanted it to. Craving drama and adrenaline. It's what keeps you going. 'Cause you're destructive, cold and lack compassion. That's how you see yourself. But I see a girl whose lost in need of comfort, patience and stability.
A girl whose head needs a calming tranquility whose unique as snowflake, who looks at me in ways that haven't been seen
What we've got, how intense it is, isn't understood by judgmental eyes. Eyes of those who matter most to me. Who only want the best to be bestowed upon me. Only now am I worthy of their praise. Their hardy well done and congratulatory claps. I proved them wrong, showed them up, did what was unexpected.
Sometimes I ask in my inferior head whether if I hadn't turned that beckoning leaf they would still hold the same opinion, bare the same anxieties and give me that look of derision.
They can read me like a book. But unlike you they tip-toe on eggshells around me I'm hot headed and short tempered.
You know that though don't you? You say these things to fire me up 'cause it's easier to push me away than to let yourself give in to how much you love , need , have to have me! To put you heart in my hands To trust me more than you trust yourself.
I don't ask for a lot. An easy life, love and laughter Nice views and a pint of cider. Long talks, surprises and Birthday wishes.
I wish we could see ourselves from one another's eyes. because then I think you'd understand. You'd stop niggling at small picture details. Stop making me focus all my energy into fighting for us. When even then you question and disbelieve in my plight. My heart's a ticking clock, the second hand is fast approaching and my heads about to dock. This is not how it's supposed to be,