It was the way
he viewed the
world, castrating
rain into pearls,

his heart oozed
oceans of kindness,
declaring my vision
to be bruised by
blindness,

I was never one
to let my heart run,
but the way your lips
could muster anything
that was fun, I hadn't
realized my heart became
a gun,

I lost my head
in the ballad of
your thoughts,
dancing by myself
to my heart that
now rots,

you were an
unlikely lover,
as my pleading
engulfed the words
spilled from my lips,
you took cover,

I knew you'd
never swallow
my devotion,
instead you'd rather
drown in an ocean,

I assume that you
see, you were really
better off without
me,

I've selfishly pleaded,
that the thick walls
you've grown would
eventually be defeated,

but, who am i
to cry for the sunshine?

I'd rather watch you
in your own shine
than let our hearts
align,

I'm sorry that
i still love you,
And I'm sorry
i wish you'd want
me too.