Did I get too close?
Was the love unbearable?
Did I cross a line?
Or you weren’t expecting to actually like me?
You held my hand and told me you loved me,
And we were doing so good.
I suppose the voice inside your head
Told you to run.
Don’t even throw the C word at me,
You felt comfortable
Outside the bed,
Did that scare you?
May be that was your cue.
How could it be
After she walked all over your heart
You weren’t going to let someone else,
Dictate your emotions.
And I was a chapter
You didn’t plan to pen.
Your friends told you
I wasn’t pretty enough
And too old for your conquests.
What happened?
Did I get too close?
Was the bond getting too much?
I’ve another C word,
How about we use Calibre instead?
How does that make you feel?
Pretty much the same
As I did when you used the
Compatibility card.
Was my voice
Starting to feel like
Music to your soul?
Were the sun flares getting too hot to handle?
Or was it just the warmth of my hands
Against that cold, cold voice in your head?
Or the prerequisites set by your circle?
From time to time,
And I’ve seen it before,
But continues to awe,
That mercenary move
Rendering me clueless, breathless.
With nothing good to say,
No reason good enough,
To make you stay.
And you really wouldn’t like it here anyway
Prescience holds true
So do the beliefs you grew up with
And that voice in your head,
Or just the friends that consume you
A little more with each passing day.
