Why did I reach out to you after all this time?
Why did I fall in love all over again when you kissed me?
Why did your touch paralyze me?
Why did your eyes see something in me that I didn't see?
I knew the circumstances of the situation at hand..
Why do I seem pressed?
Why do I always have the slightest attitude when it comes to you?
Why can't I stop loving you and in result hurting myself?
I knew the circumstances of the situation at hand..
It's never you, honestly.
It's always me, truthfully.
I unrolled my sleeve and gave you my heart.
I SETTLED!
Why am I always thinking about you?
Why am I wondering what your doing with her?
Why am I feeling like I'm stepping on her toes?
Never have we been physical, so..
Why am I feeling a wave of guilt?
Now, I know loving you is wrong but it feels so right.
I believe in every letter of the word love when it comes from you.
My heart aches knowing those same words seep from your lips and into her heart.
At night you lay with her, and myself, I lay with him.
Two separate worlds at rest.
Then morning approaches and I flood my mind with the same pain from the past.
WHY?