False hope.

Many days have past
and I start to wonder if this "thing"
We have between us will last.
You make my heart flutter,
and you make my lungs sigh.
No matter how hard I try
I can't shake the thought of you and I.
As we talk for hours on end,
The seams of my heart
are starting to bend
I'm starting to think i might just be a bookend
maybe..
i don't know.
I don't think his breaking heart,
will ever be able mend.
False hope is all it'll ever be.
all I'm asking...
is for you to love me.

Author's Note

Please excuse grammatical errors.

Reviews

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I would call this a starting point. There is a lot of confusion, hope, desire, and pain that you didn't really touch on. Your love is here, with you, but at the same time you are fighting the feelings of past defeat. Confliction. Is it great to be in the moment, yea. But are you truly in the moment, or waiting for it to end? The idea of the bookend is great..run with it. You get at the desire, the desperation in your last two lines. That is where you make a point and allow us to see that you are not just letting this drift over you. You want something. Get it.