I won't deny that I love you
and have loved you
I am expressly happy where I am
and whatever innate bond we share
may be powerful, but I will not
let it destroy this.

What do I do with you?

Unrequited

I am the unrequited portion
In the unrequited love songs

I am the missing variable
In your life equation

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Boy, I love you more than words can say
Boy, I love you more than the tears in my emotionless eyes can display

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Married

If I married for money
I'd have long moved away from here.

If I married for practicality,
I'd find a chiropractor.

If I married out of passion,
It would have come and gone.

If I married for love,
I'd be right where I am.

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Mustn't be Alone

It's quite contradictory, you see
I don't want to see
You because I love you
Because of the things you
do to me, you see, don't
you, why it is I don't,
I wont, be alone with you.
Oh, oh, to be alone with you
again.

Confession of Inadequacy

I need you. Why are you so good to me?
I'm tired of crying myself to sleep at night.
I have so many thoughts that I long to share with you
I don't even know where to begin.
Do I start at what you want to hear and
End with what you need to know?
Should I subject you to my every struggle?
I love you so much. It makes me cry.
You're so good to me and for me.
Sometimes I almost feel like you're too good for me
Not that I'd use that as a reason to leave
Or to do wrong
But if anything, something to strive toward.

I love you. I hate you.

I love you. I hate you.
I don't like dragging you in circles.
I want to hold onto you and push you away.
I want to rip you from my life and talk to you at every second.
No, I don't have a plan.
No, I don't know what to do or what i am going to do.

giddy

i love you
and
i love us

and

i'm excited
and stuff

Love is Not Enough

"You look like you love him a lot."
I do. But love isn't enough.
He is so fantastic to me.
Such an amazing individual.
Not for me? Not right now?

I feel peace about this internal decision.
Fear of loss and pain.
Terrified of what this means
...for both of us.
It hurts me the most
to know how badly I will hurt him.
I love him so much.
Maybe not enough.
Love is not enough.

Anyway, Perhaps

There are always choices to be made
Some are more difficult than others

Love.
Tears.
Apart.

Fear of arrival
Un or announced

I cannot lie to you
I cannot even stretch truths

You know me
You read me
You love me

What is love, anyway?

August

Sometime in August
I decided I loved you
I haven't spoken it
It is my guarded secret
This is its first escape
From the confines within

The End Could Be Neigh

But I love you
I don't want to be through
You keep me safe
You keep me sane

This may be the end, though
To what we have
To what we've built
and carefully crafted

You and I, we're just not the same
(no matter how much I try)
We're not on the same level
Though equal we may be

Good things and more

I want what you offer me
I want where you can take my life
I love you for who you are

i miss you

i miss you.
and i dont know what to do.

i dont mean physically.
i mean mentally and emotionally.

you and i are not close anymore.
what happened, where did it go?

did i leave?
or did you just not care?

i miss you.
this isn't what i want.

i've tried to satisfy myself elsewhere
i miss your brain. i miss you.

i've been stupid.
will you forgive me?

i've been stupid.
that doesn't bring you any closer.

i dont want all of this.
i want you. i miss you.

This Love Thing

I like you quite a lot.
And I love you.
However, I believe,
I am falling in love with you
much more than ever
has been before.

It really is somewhat
disgusting to my brain,
this whole love thing.
But you make me happy always;
just to be around you,
and in your presence.

I'm enamored,
absorbed,
addicted
to who you are.
And exceptionally content
to call you mine.

Together

I like you quite a lot
And I love you
However, I believe
I am falling in love with you
much more than ever before

It really is somewhat
disgusting to my brain
You make me happy always, anyway
just to be around you,
in your presence

I'm enamored,
absorbed,
addicted
to who you are.

Occasionally it brings thoughts of
marriage, houses, money,
our lives as one
and perhaps producing more.

And I stop.
PAUSE.
We're so young. So much life left.
Neither of us are prepared for anything more.

But I still like to fantasize
that we'll be together from here and beyond.

phone call

i just talked to you.
so now i miss you more.
i need to see you.
it will happen soon enough i suppose.
i love you.
have a good day.

Waiting...

I don't know how to do this part.
I love him.
We are together.
We are apart.
There is so long to wait.
What do we do now?
We see each other.
We love each other.
We don't play house.
We don't have sex.
We wait.
There is so long.
One year turns into three.
Three into four.
Then, perhaps, we wait no more.

Love Him

I love him.
I had the urge to call and tell him.
He knows.
That's all I had to say.
I refrained.
I drank some more wine.
Thought some more.
Changed my mind.
Called him, told him, that was all.
He was happy.
I cried.

Pretend

I know I can talk to you
Just sometimes I forget that

Afraid of what you'll say
Afraid of what you'll think

I really am not as strong
as I pretend to be

I am afraid of you
I am afraid of me

What if I give you
too much of myself?