Wishing to love him.

I just keep talking,
though none of the words are true,
but I seem to keep saying "i love you."

I tell myself I want it to end.
That I just like you as a friend.
But I lead you on, and on, and on.
Like a siren singing her song.

I'm not alowed to date,
though I'd like to,
I just cant see myself kissing you.

I'd really like to like you,
I just can't see it through.
This thing of me ever
loving you.

For you see,
I loved him, truely and dearly with all my heart
Then he took it and ripped it apart.

So I'm not complet,
or fixed just yet.
So when I'm done healing, I'll come straight to you.

Because its less then a million to one,
Of me ever loving you.