| -a poem- Pretending to be blind and trying to erase, Overlooking the deception that's right in front of my face. You say that I'm enough, but your actions don't reflect it. I spend so much time waiting on you; trying not to feel neglected. Why does it seem like I have to keep impressing you? In a constant competition each day I try to struggle through. You tell me to forgive you, and I want to so bad. Because even despite the negative, you're still the best I've ever had. And I know that sometimes you have to put up with me being a jerk. I can't be all the things that you need, but won't some of them work? Every time I see you flirting with them, I lose a little trust. I just wish it didn't feel so much like 'you and me' but more like 'us'. |