As storms rage within, slowly bring me to my knees.
I was a pretender, thinking myself a contender.
Your affection never a game,
Seeing you find the immature, who don't feel the same.
Constantly convincing myself, figuring I'm the better man,
While contemplating my selection,
When attempting to be your only selection.
And you say don't really know what you want,
Ignoring I have what you need.
Should I plead my case, I'm not one to beg,
Nor mouth dry, disobeying the thirst,
Yet my soul cries rivers, from depths unknown,
Wishing my love could atoned for every man who did you wrong.
As threatens to burst through my chest,
If honest, there's times I wish we never met.
Still willing to give everything and more,
Water to dry grounds, how my heart pours.
Craving your love, more than I desire to admit,
Wishing you returned a flame, it's barely lit.
Cautiously pulling away, knowing there's no escape,
When I can't help holding on to feelings I should have left.
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