It's amazing.
Amazing how I run to love songs to help me go through the pains of love.
To love and have love lost is better
than never to have been loved at all.
But is it better than having tried to love, with no love in return?
I don't blame her for my hurt.
She only hurts to respond to her hurt.
It's her way to cover for herself.
I don't blame her, in fact I thank her for such an experience.
It would've been better for her to realize though
that she might have found what she needed most in me.
Yet she wouldn't... or could she?
The signs were there
cozy little place for two
dinner for two
support and understanding
ideal conversation...
Who knew I'd be immersed with such
frustration
depression and stress
emotional scathing
and love.
I know that she's good in her heart
and I'd run to her if she called.
The prospect of love scares her
and leaves her uncertain.
The prospect of love hurts me
and makes me want it.
I could still be her soul mate
and all of that.
Until then, I'll be someone else's soul inspiration
because hurt like this has been felt by more than one person.