I’m caught see, it’s not me.
why do I have this feeling of need and necessity when your presence is with me?
Let it be. No I can’t
Frantic, I must escape from you
‘Get out before you get hurt’
I wish I could forget and move forward but I’m being dragged.
You’re the centre that pulls, without consent
my heart my head and my soul
This dept I feel for you cannot be real, how is that?
This frustration is untold, I hide it well .
See I’ve never yet fell,
and I plan to remain in the cell I’ve become accustomed to.
You’re all that I want, everyone and everything else is a different scale
This is a sorry old tale, ancient and dated this
It’s not supposed to happen to me,
I’m the next generation where we remove the uncomfortable things.
Why think of the impossible, does it make it any more possible?
Why. Why do you hang over me,
the deep swirling colour of your eyes or the slick skill of your hair or the broadness of back and side and form.
Why do I notice this?
It’s like a reflection of soul.
I see me, I see you.
You’re perfect, you’re it