The Way It Seems

Seems like you love
to see me struggling..
reaching for a piece of
your love.
Amused by the way
I jump to reach the heart
that you dangle above:
Seems like you love
the way ‘I love you’ sounds
when it leaves your lips,
regardless of the truth that lies amiss.
I close my eyes
and pretend to believe you,
searching for confirmation
whenever we kiss.
I don’t know if I’m trying
to fool you or myself.
It’s hard to tell if you are
really on this.
Seems like the nights
I spend without you
are the longest.
I wonder how my heart
became so fragile,
how my feelings
became so potent.
Torn between what I deserve
and what I want for the moment.
Lying to myself,
it’s something I need help with.
I’ve used just enough of the rope
I was given to hang myself with.
I might as well,
death must feel better
than going thru all this hell.
Is love really worth the pain?
Seems like the love
is constantly outweighed,
or maybe it’s the way
the idea of love is portrayed.
Sincere actions and consistency fade,
into a mixture
of lustful feelings
and games being played.
We were supposed
to be in love,
now I don’t know if we’re able.
We were supposed
to be a team,
now we’re at opposite ends of the table.
Im afraid we’ll never finish
what we’ve attempted to start,
because I cant truthfully say
that you have my
best interest at heart.
Seems like it’s all about you,
and I’m only here to play a part.