I'm tired of writing all these letters to plead,

hoping you become this man i need you to be; i see

why it's my heart that you continue to lead,

'cause immature hearts and minds only make things bleed; for me

it was never any fun and games,

cause through your eyes i saw TRUE, and not your secret pain,

your pain that you hid, and put fear on this plate..of a menu of hurt,

that you did unconciously create,

out of fear, you abided, and made me a victim,

of a bitter-sweet, sour love, that bit me with venom,

love venom, that sucked me out of this life i've know to be,

into a world of confusion, that only consisted of you and me

this world, in which inside it, i am not yet stable and secure,

constantly wondering where to turn, or what's on the other side of the door

in this state of shame, and city of denial,

i try not to lose myself, but i feel so convicted without given trial; now

through my eyes and into yours i try to read.. if it's really you that is for me,

... Or just this man that you claim yourself to be

is it me?