We have been hanging out for a few months,
never really trying to be anything,
but yet there is this label thing we need to get through,
cause what if I am not your everything?
At first I was fine with just hanging out,
I enjoyed your company, really,
and you’ve enjoyed mine too,
but inside of me grew a feeling of possibility.
My mind went on a dangerous path,
the way you would caress my neck,
started to feel like something other,
than me pushing my fingernails into your back.
A game began of push and pull,
I was reading your intentions wrong,
while you were constantly thinking for me,
and yet amidst it all, my feelings were growing strong.
Now I find myself on the couch,
not able to concentrate one bit,
how can something feel so tragic,
when we seem to be an amazing fit?
I wish we could stay in our bubble forever,
waking up together, so relaxed,
watching your eyes watch mine,
when we are around each other, it’s fine.
But at some point I have to leave,
and lately I notice myself that I stay,
in this weird loving state,
but you do not want me that way.
Days go by and I do not hear a thing,
and then those bad feelings start to kick in,
How can one be so loving and yet so distant?
Dumb girl, this has been this way since the beginning.
I just fail to see it somehow,
blinded by the seduction that is called love,
while I know exactly what is what,
yet my heart can’t get enough.