And would rip it out if she could.

You can condemn me
And think that there's a void left,

But you have no idea.

You haven't been around to hear
These beautiful girls sing or strum
And all you can see from your new outside perspective
Is sink or swim.

Your pretty face and gentle voice led me to try to win you over,
After you assured me there was something there,

And you only call out to those you love and trust

When you're scared.

I should have ran like hell the night you said you loved me,

But you were my miracle.

I know I was selfish.

I wanted to take the little bit of magic left in you
And lock it up for myself.
///
You saw through my depression
And spoke to my ailing heart
That not every girl who sings
Is an angel at all...

But maybe a siren,

Only graceful enough
To get their fingers behind your eyes
And push until something interesting happened.

There you are,
Still singing.

And I still can't tell.
///
Call it like it is.

Don't leave it shrouded in poems you'll know I'll stumble over.

Scream it at me.

It would hurt less,
And we could stop doing this.

I could **** my obsession once and for all.

I'd stop having to meditate to clear my head of you

And make peace with the fact
That you're not a monster at all.

I'm not lonely anymore,
But I'm lonelier to know you like this.

I don't hate you.
Not at all.

I'm confused.
I hate endings,
Especially without proper goodbyes.

I just want to talk things over,

Because one-sided dialogue
Won't get either of us further.

But if it's an ending you want,
I'll oblige.