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by Noise Pollution

You are unbearably attractive
I have taken it all back, the
Words I’ve repeated to myself for seven years
I’ve sworn to whatever’s out there I will not be here
But here I am
Fawning over you
But I know that I will never be
Whatever you would want from me
So I beg and plead it might be over soon
Your pale eyes reflect the lonely moon
As it breaks through the clouds
I wonder if I’m even allowed
To think that maybe I am more than what I was
To think that even though I know I’m not enough
That I could still have
This one thing to hold on to

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