Stop Making Me Love You
S e c r e t s . . .
We always play by your rules, so I hide the real me.
Not allowed to tell the world you're the reason that I breathe.
How fair are you to force on me a love that sees no sun?
I brave every endless night alone and all undone.
You've cut my twisted heart out, tucked it in a secret box,
And concealing tangled splendor, I’m forever stuck and locked.
Heart-shackled in my breathless world, why, why do I not matter?
My endless search, a wretched ghost, wandering lost and shattered.
Why does my sweet heart count for less? This pain just has no end.
Why is my love worth second-best? Still farther I descend.
This heartache I must now protest, you know the part you’ve played.
Stop making me love you my love, for now I cannot stay.
© 2012 Bella Nina
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