Weak

I want you to be that person.
The one that I can't live without.
Every fiber of my being,
heart and soul,
is crying, screaming that you are not.

Love always starts out perfect.
Beautiful, fun and passionate.
How did our fire burn out?
When did I stop believing you were the one from my dreams.

I'm yearning for a love,
that makes it hard to breathe.
The love that makes you a crazy wreck,
with absolutely no sign of relief.

Perhaps its just me and my place as a part of you
was only meant to be temporary.
I was probably never the one meant to bring you to your knees.

I think I am to weak to search for what might be.
To weak to find my happy.