A misunderstanding, and that was all it took
For everything to end like an unfinished book
Not the ending I hoped for, but things never end
In the way we wish to, hope, or intend

You were screaming and saying that it was all my own fault
I was crying and thinking that I know that’s not true
Both of us or none of us was to blame for this mess
So before it even ended, I already forgave you

But you were so angry and I was too upset
To fix or stop anything we’d later regret
You slammed the door in my face and then headed down,
Out of the house and to a far enough town

I thought that was the last time I’d see you again
But a few weeks later you showed up at my door
We were both dishevelled from two weeks of crying
If this is what love is like, I don’t want it anymore

You told me you still loved me, and in my heart I did too
You said nothing could change that, no matter what I’ll do
But I couldn’t take you back, whatever you were going to say
We both know if we continued, it’ll end anyway

Nothing is going to last forever, so why pretend that it will?
You were a beautiful chapter in my book, but a tragedy still
It’s time to move on now and find another path to take
A brand new chapter to relieve the previous one’s heartache

But when I see you walking on the street unexpectedly,
I can’t help the wave of memories that comes rushing over me
Reminding me of our beautiful beginning and the bittersweet end
An echo in both the hearts that are still yet to mend

Yeah, I'm clueless.
No, I'm not speechless.
I think you're misunderstanding
my misunderstanding.
This misunderstanding...
it drives me insane!
The words that i'm feeling are causing me pain.

A deep breath in.
I don't understand.
Just let me think
and let me ponder.
Your wondering now is making me wonder.
Do I need to act tall?
Do I need to pay attention?
If I don't really care, it won't put me in detention...

It's as if your words pass through me like a breeze.
Give me a minute and I'll understand.
All I want is to hold your hand.

So hold mine too.
That's all it takes to understand.

So look me in the eye and hold my hand.

You want to live in your own world,
want to hide your problems from your girl,
and living in fear that the truth will unfurl,
causing your anxiety to swell and swirl.

Well, let me tell you of your mistake,
thinking she can't tell when you fake
hoping she won't figure out what's at stake,
and all because you want her to have a break.

However sweet the gesture, she knows;
It's evident the moment your smile goes,
she feels your negative energy as it flows,
and she notices when you no longer glow.

Despite your efforts, you see her sad,
and at yourself, you become mad,
because you hoped that you had
kept from her, all things that are bad.

What you fail to realize
is that when you look into her eyes,
her feelings are yours; empathized,
and you shouldn't be so surprised.

What good does it do to try to hide?
Clearly she knows what you keep inside,
but now you got her wondering why
in her, you cannot confide.

What a blow to the heart that would be,
even though you only want her to be happy...

it feels awful knowing my baby
doesn't want to communicate with me...

If I wrote you a love poem
would you clam up in choking modesty,
embarrassed by the still raw love that's been cooking but is yet to be served.

If I wrote you a poem of friendship,
would you retreat back into solidarity,
annoyed at the bluntness of my open soul.

If I wrote you a poem of mourning,
would you fill with resentment
at my supposed plea for pity

If I wrote you a poem of joy
would you counteract the skip in my step with a lag in yours
because enthusiasm is corny in large amounts

And if I wrote you a poem of desire
Would you avert all eyes back to the screen
because Romeo and Juliet is a bit outdated
and imagination has fled from the heart and away from its sensory outlets

Or…

If I wrote you a love poem
Would you beam with a smile that radiates from your eyes and cheeks and shoulders and knees
Because you need all the passerby to know of our love, wordlessly..shamelessly..

If I wrote you a poem of friendship
would you deliver me my favorite coffee,
pick me up to go on a road trip to anywhere

If I wrote you a poem of mourning,
would you hold me and give me the smiles and hugs
that I am temporarily and humanly void of..

If I wrote you a poem of joy,
Would you let my spirit set fire to yours
So we can dance around like idiots aimlessly

And if I wrote you a poem of desire,
would your body tingle and feel like its never felt before,
unsatisfied until our legs and tongues and hearts are entwined

Or am I too Disney?

They say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.. So behold the beautiful lies that he told her.
He said he loved her. Just for that night, that one night to have the lights off and take her clothes off just so he can get off. And then... he's off.... oh the irony.
But please understand that there is another side, you see... She will play this game too making sure that the next time its happening to you.
The word "Love" is what builds a bridge to each others hearts but its that same word that could tare you apart....
Cupid!.... He's lost his aim. That 4 letter word "love" has been replaced with "game" its such a shame. But who can take the blame..? He lied, she believed it. She lied, he believed it. Its beautiful isnt it, all the energy that has went into it.
4 letters, 3 words, 2 minutes thats all it takes and its over. Now they're sober, waking up and feeling like they have been on an emotional roller coaster. Maybe she just needs a strong shoulder... To spill out her thoughts and talk about the future and when she gets older? Maybe he just wants to listen and understand everything that she's missing. But they will both become a memory to each other, strangers once again to each other... And to think, all he wanted to do was hold her. But hey...., they say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.