it must end

you tell me what i wanna hear.

you whisper sweet nothings in my ear,

but the second you’re gone i want you back here.

you tell me one thing but mean another,

which can only leave me to wonder.

who are you really ?

because despite what you say,

i think i’m going to be left looking silly.

you call me yours,

but that goes in and out like the shores.

i believe there’s a disconnection,

you want sex but i want affection.

how was there such a misconception ?

maybe it was by my indiscretion.

i suppose i have to let these feelings go,

hide them away so they don’t show.

i’m sick of feeling like just an option,

guess i shall proceed with caution.

part of me wants to try again,

although i know there will be no dividend.

it must end.