What good would it do to be in love with someone

who could never accept me? 

I break my own heart on a weekly basis 

by falling for you. 

And I know it's my own fault for believing 

all the promises we both know are empty 

but I am too weak to not give in to the pull 

of this beautiful fantasy that we've imagined. 
 

Talking to you makes my heart sing, 

but once reality hits I want to throw it up. 

We both know this is going nowhere,

we are both too stubborn. 

You have too many reason why it wouldn't work,

and I'm enamored with the idea that it might. 
 

And yet, we continue. 

Damned to the endless ebb and flow 

of wanting, reasoning, and hurting. 

It's a bitter reality to digest, 

but at our cores, I was desperate for a savior 

and you love the attention. 
 

So here I am, laid bare, 

every honest emotion exposed,

simultaneously risking all and none. 

But I'm tired of dancing around the truth. 

So will we continue to lie to ourselves 

or with each other?