I’ve never loved anyone quite this way before,
But right now we are friends, and I’m craving more.
He used to love me, what seems like years ago,
But now I’ve become just some chick he used to know.
Or at least that’s how I thought he felt, until the other day,
When he said the thing, I never thought he’d say.
He told me that he loves me to, and asked why I don’t know,
But I can help but wonder if he loves me why’d he go?
Cuz I would give him everything, everything in me,
But I can’t help but ask myself, why can’t he see?
That I am perfect for him; I’d do anything at all,
Anything he asked me to, if it’d break down this wall.
If I could make him love me, that’d be all I ever need,
Because is love is greater than any that proceed.
I feel like if he doesn’t love me, I’ll never love again,
At least not anything, other than my pen.