A true understanding of me will never come to you.
The sadness within me grows
As I begin to know
That the dreams we thought we held so true
Aren’t even the same.
Your belief that you love me is evident,
But though together we strain
We are causing each other only pain.
Concentrative efforts futilely spent.
What good is placing blame?
I don’t share enough of my heart or soul?
The thing that you can’t comprehend
Is whether I am a lover, playmate, or friend
I find myself restricted by that role.
We are just names to each other.
Constructs of the mind.
What I want of you I choose.
The rest I gladly lose.
I love the outline of a man I designed.
We are tamed
By a society that seems to train
That we all deserve a romance;
To be pierc’d with Cupid’s lance
After desire leaves, true love is what remains
Only for us the latter never came.