So many "I love you's"
Said by so many people
So many eventually forget
Or stop loving you...
Perhaps it was all just a lie
To begin with...
Perhaps the many "I love you's"
Was something of lip service...
Sometimes I truly believe
Those words
When they come from your perfect lips
Other times
I find myself
Desperately searching
Desperately searching your eyes
Desperately wanting to find proof
In your actions
That it is really love
That you feel for me...
Then, I find that proof
Whether for a split second
Or a day or two...
Then it all unwinds
And I feel like
I was reading too much
Into all the little things...
Start thinking
That there is no way
No way that you could love me...
So which interpretation is right?
Do you love me...
Or is it all a lie?
Maybe it isn't necessarily a lie
Perhaps it is more of conditional love
Sometimes you do
And sometimes you don't...
Perhaps I'm deathly afraid
Of committing again
Although I've already gone off the deep end
Head over heels
For you...
But perhaps subconsciously
I'm afraid
That one day
This beautiful thing I think we have
Will come to an end
Because just like everyone else
You can't love me.