THE LOOK

You asked about the look I gave,
Not believing what I say,
Told me I should not be mad,
Do you think I’m feeling glad?

I can’t control my feelings for you
Yes, we both felt taken for granted
Used and abused and slanted
Yet you did unlock what you now don’t want to have

We sit and fill out the papers that will lead to an end,
The death inside me, creeps to to the skin.
Caught in this cycle, yet holding back what I always want to say
Because it drives you further and further away.

Looking at you I feel the longing inside
And the more I try to show you,
The deeper you hide.
I don’t want to say good bye

This need to be on your own,
To have someone else
To forsake what we have grown
Yes, now we both will face the unknown.

As bad as I have ever shown,
I love you still
And I tell you now.
Knowing it does no good, its too late anyhow.

You won’t unlock your door or
Drop the walls,
or give us a one-time more.
All of this was in that look...
I really do not like the story in this book.