Deep Inside I still know,that the lengths That I'll go will be for nothing. Because nothing I could ever say or do could change the facts!
So why do I continue to reach? I am okay with it one minute than the next......... It gets too real. I'm only fooling myself, well not even myself. Correction.. ..
I am lying to myself! But I still can not stop. I want to! Only because I know I will take it to heart at the end. And that will hurt.
But deep inside I don't want to because I keep lying to myself again hoping that It won't be a lie! That It can come true, That we can be. How to separate reality from fantasy? When It all seems real. It's too much to even try to figure out and although I know In my heart that this is everything great, I see that It's only me!
Only me who sees more, It's not much of a stretch! Actually it's not a stretch at all. Life, love. None of this s**t is difficult, It's just as difficult as a person makes it. Whose to say I don't know what or how I FEEL!
I just realized this poem is not a poem and is my feelings bleeding on paper, *sigh*
It made sense at first, I even meant for it to be in stanza,
proving that what you feel just has to spill where and how it lays. I don't want to be In love,
I am In love,
and every few moments it aches,