There's a glimmer of hope in me
that refuses to accept the fact
that we could never be one.
There's a star in the night sky
flickering when I think of you,
as if to say giving up
would be the worst decision I could ever make.
The fighting spirit in me
tells me you can still love me someday.
When I reflect on these recent years,
I can't help but remember the times I spent
wishing you were in my arms,
the times I sat right next to you,
feeling nothing but an ethereal presence,
knowing the world didnt matter
when I stared into your eyes,
the times I couldnt look at you
because you are too amazing to look away from.

Sometimes I would rather run away
from everything, from the pain
of never being able to hold you.

Sometimes I have no choice
but to run back to the arms that wont open for me,
to relive the three seconds of my life
when loving you wasnt hopeless,
to teach myself the reason
my heart continues on a collision course with heartbreak
for the millionth time,
to remember that hopeless romance
is my blood, my soul, my mind.

The weight  holds me down,
the resistance  keeps me from loving another...