I thought I was your pool of endless love,
In reality, my soul is just the water you wash your hands in.
What I would give to feel like I was more than that?
To feel like I am to you what you are to me.
Only to feel. Not to be.
I am too scared of heights,
To be put in a pedestal as high as that.
Nor am I deserving.
I didn’t know how to love, I was only good at feeling.
What good are feelings to a man who has no heart?
What good is a heart to a man,
With a woman who keeps ripping it apart?
I know I keep complaining,
Even though I’m not new to this fire.
It’s just that it never hurt when you held on.
But I burn when you let me go.