I won't make you.

Am I just waiting for you to say Goobye
Will you run from me
and choose to hide.
Probably
Because you said you were afraid
Do you contemplate, your escape.

It hurts
Not getting real chance.
To love, to grow, due to circumstance.
Beyond my control
Before we even met.
Someone took my chance
And made it theirs.

I like you, I really do
Authentically
Genuinely I say it true.
But you will refrain
You will be distant.
I will secretly feel
And play it cool
Give you time
Give you space
And probably watch someone else
Take you away.

But if you are happy
I won't mind.
Even if it's not me
Making you smile.