Suicide

*When someone seems too good to be true and you question what you’ve done to deserve it.*

Loving you feels like a slow suicide.

I’m waiting for the feelings to subside,

To know infatuation isn’t more.

But I can’t bring myself to shut that door.

What if this is when I’m finally wrong,

And I no longer sing the same torch song?

There’s just something about the words you say,

Something about how you brighten each day.

But I feel like my efforts are in vain.

Because in the end I’ll be left with pain.

Disappointment that I can’t overcome.

Yet you still have me wrapped under your thumb.

You are everything I want to dream of.

But what have I done to deserve your love?

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