I sit there,
because if you see me,
then we will speak,
and my heart will shatter a thousand times worse
than we have already broken it.
I know they must wonder.
We used to talk
Because I owe it to myself to be happy,
and I know that to be happy,
I don't need your love.
So if I find the will to be keep believing this,
maybe it will be true one day,
and your beauty won't burn me
with the knowledge that my heart belongs forever
to you only
though your heart has never -
will never -
belong to me.
I can't be near to you any longer,
because everytime I see your face,
my spirits soar
and I die a little at the same time.
So here I am,
still waiting for the day
when I am strong enough to look you in the eye
and not feel the way I do.