"Beyond the Love"

I've always wanted to know

where the the feelings go

If you'd never disappeared

would I have ever realized

this was just an infatuation

beyond the love I thought we made?

The thing about being burned

is the one with scars

earns the right to lay blame for all their days

even at the feet of those whose intention is to make it better

promising never to inflict pain.

They're the rebound scapegoats beyond the love

that could have been made

but I played it safe.

Never moving forward 

never letting you in

maybe without years of practice

I could never know the meaning of the word.

So I conjure up the madness

and you the object of wanton affection

finds my overtures looking beyond the love

to awkward to even shower me with the pity

I don't even want mistaken for compassion.