..and I Called You Mine

.. To damn yourself in your own plan to be successful , will contradict yourself in your own way of falling in love.

In every single way ,

I think your a divine being.

Your made of complete antics

and exemption.

Your stubborn, yes.

I have the tolerance to 

uphold that personal challenge.

Im miserable at its best.

I make it clear to you

that I am happy.

My life stands in your

perspective as easy.

The easiest part of living

is taking breath to stay .

I look at you, and that

all goes to the grave.

I feel your dark essence creep

over my shoulder when I walk away.

I know you want me to turn around,

but shes got you wrapped around her finger.

Its not reality, you just want something different.

Your tired of me wanting you.

I understand. 

You just feel like home to me.

You walked across her floor, 

asked her to dance.

Without her answer,

you grabbed her hand,

took her in your arms and planted a kiss

on her freckled forehead.

When in that very moment.

You remissed me.

You thought about us.

Imitated you and I.

I hope in my deepest indeavours that I'm

the last person you think about when you 

slip unconscious at night.

I want to be the first person that enters your

thoughts in the morning.

I Pray that I am eveything to you still.

I chose to walk away when I saw you

that very day.

I understood that you wanted something different.

But I couldn't except it.

 

You'll sing her your love, 

when shes lying in your bed;

in your perspective, lifeless.

I shouldn't say this.

I believe in a greater since of demand that I,

your once former love, 

have greater passion then her.

Selfish I know,

to young,

I also understand.

But to love once,

you love twice.

To love twice.

You've dammed yourself

in your own conspiracy.