I love you and you push me away
and it hurts even more every second of the day.
I love you but it doesn't matter in the end
because the only thing I can be is your friend.
It hurts when you talk about the rest.
I can feel my heart break underneath my chest.
I fear your poisonous touch
from the pain of loving you too much.
The thought of being held by you warms my heart
and then reality crashes down and I die once more.
You aim for the target perfectly with a dart.
The fact that I'm the target is something you ignore.
Though I may be in pain I know I will live.
I wasn't something planned and neither were you.
Love isn't something required for you to give,
but I know you're who I'll forever give love to.
