I told myself to stay away.
My heart has been one big mess
Since the moment I learned to feel:
It's always too much
Or never enough.
My heart swells with love
For anyone but me,
And I know that's just me
Asking to be hurt,
But that's just how
It's always been.
I know I'm not meant for her,
Or anyone for that matter,
But the fact remains that I
Still care for her all the same.
Even if I'm not much help,
I hope my listening makes her feel better
Because it's sad to see such a
Beautiful sweet soul, wallowing in eternal misery.
I can't help but remember how
Happy she made me, not just on one occasion,
But several; I only hope I bring her joy as well,
To help her when she is feeling sad.
I told myself to stay away,
A conflicted heart breeds eternal wounds,
But I am like a moth drawn to her flame.
She suffers in silence, a pale blue flame
Of the highest intensity.
If only I was skilled with words,
Maybe then they would provide her
With the coolness to calm her flame.
But sadly, my words only add fuel to the flame,
So I can only hope my listening brings comfort.