This Is All Too Much.

I don't think I will ever know,
If it was you,
The idea of you,
Or who I wanted you to be,
that really got to me.

I think I wanted you,
to be him.
In all aspects, save for a few.
Those few that destroyed.

And maybe as it turns out, you were too much
too much like him.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to say.

I should leave it alone.
But I can't
I have to, Need to, Want to know.
Exactly why.

So maybe I will make a fool out of myself
Just one last time.
and maybe this time
I will learn.

The Lonely One.

How could I forget.
The boy that loves you.
The one that can't live with out you.
the one who is so attentive.

And he means nothing to you.
Or a fraction of nothing.
Just a whisper on the wind.

When he says he loves you.
Is it okay to just say thank you and walk away?
And when he spends hours, writing that song for you.
and you won't even meet him in person to hear it.
So he plays it for you on the phone.
and you don't even listen.

Is this what you have come to?
A shadow of a being.

Or is there some reasoning behind this.

I think this happens a lot.

And I wonder, where exactly this is going.
But I am too afraid to ask you.
Too afraid to ask what you want from me.

So maybe I will just sit here, and think.
and over analyze every little thing.
until it drives me mad.

Maybe I am just too hopeful.
I should have learned by now.
Don't speak.
Don't think.
Just act.

I really wish it was that easy.
It should be.
So tell me.. what is it about you that gets to me?
if I know, would this make things easier on me?

No, I'm just fucked. I think too much.
I kind of wish I never met you.

But now That I have, I am very glad that I did.
..I think.