I’ve told her nothing but the truth,
Still she thinks I’m a complete liar.
She’s confused, pretty convinced,
I do not fit in her perfect world,
Like I used to, when I could soothe,
When I could fill her every desire,
That she had yearned for ever since,
She was still an immature little girl.
Opposites may or may not attract,
I think we’ll never know the truth,
Since neither of us are sure where,
We are in comparison to each other.
Our hearts, our feelings are intact,
Even if she won’t provide any proof,
I know she is just fine over there,
She can’t have weakness uncovered.
I am perceived as a failure by her,
Even though I am still the same now,
Or possibly even a little bit better,
As I was on that day we first met.
Things are better then they were,
So I still do not understand how,
She can dispose of me in a letter,
With her tenacious, weak mindset.
She will forget in less than a week,
That I was a part of her existance,
And everything will be fine again,
Like it was before I came around.
She will get right back on her feet,
With very little or no resistance,
And yet again forget every friend,
And leave them lying on the ground.
I don’t miss her, I don’t need her,
Though I would like an explanation,
For the things no one understands,
That run through her fragile mind.
She thinks I am erratic, I concur,
I have been trying to be patient,
And I’ve given in to her demands,
But I won’t stay in these confines.
I wonder if they are all the same,
And one day I will get to find out,
I’ve made bigger mistakes before,
And potentially many more ahead,
I’m quite alright with taking blame,
And I am just fine going without,
The wicked thing you call love for,
As long as it takes, until I’m dead.
Maybe it’s my fault and I’m blind,
I know I am still far from worthy,
Even further from being perfect,
Which is all one can really ask for.
I know it isn’t her fault everytime,
Ninety percent of the time it’s me,
Even though it still makes me sick,
I just don’t seem to care anymore.