I let her be

The taste of love is sweet,
My taste buds must be dead for it taste bitter and bleak.
It crushes my heart each and every day,
At the sight of the one i can’t reach,
Holding another’s hand down the hall.

Some day’s i curse myself,
What a fool i must have been.
To let words whispered on friends ears,
Fall on my hearts open eardrum.
Sparking a song from deep within.

I curse the way she speaks,
But i can’t hate her.
She makes my hurt turn blind to my knowledge,
Knowledge she’s in love with another,
And i’m just another peasent bowing down at her feet.

I curse my heart for being dumb,
For once could it be blind and deaf to her.
Even if i might die from its grave,
I would rather die than suffer this.
Suffer hurting her because i loved the out-of-reach.

People tell me just move on,
But how can a heart move on?
A heart doesnt move, it just comes alive.
When the magician casts the spell,
Even the heart can’t survive.

One day her name will kill me,
It will break my heart from within.
Jealosuy that stirs hate,
And love that fights against it.
Love that curses me.

Unrequited love can’t really be love, right?
For it’s not returned it full?
I wish somebody would tell me,
My heart had been lied to.
So i could forget this felling.

But no,
Nobody hears my helpless pleas.
Instead they leave me bleeding,
My the hand that holds my heart.
Broken.

I suffer as she speaks carelessly to me,
But fondly to the one shes chosen.
The way she promises to take care of her,
“My head hurts”, “Ok’’.
Thats all i get from her.

Then she holds her hand,
I scold mine for not being enough.
For being disgusting.
For something that they can’t help.
They can’t chose when and where her hands are placed.

I drink a bottle of Broken,
The fancy name for broken heated.
It does the trick sometimes,
It numbs what i feel.
But one day they’ll catch me.

Even though i give her all i can,
It’s never enough for her.
Her heart can only love one,
That one who is so kind, i can’t hate.
Even though i want to so badly.

In order to see that smile,
That was once a false hood at me,
I let her be with who she chooses.
Even if i’m not the reciever,
I watch from afar, silently applauding the chosen.

Im an audience that set’s captivated,
At every climax and twist,
Frozen at the tears,
Screaming at the descisions,
Crying at the loss.

I’m a fan that wishes her the best,
Even if it’s to keep her happy.
As she kisses the lips of the other,
I wish i could feel hate towards them, I can’t.
I see know why she let’s me be.

Because i’m too kind to hate,
Because i’m to quiet to speak.
For i am not violent,
I couldnt hurt them if I tried.
Thats why she continues on her way.

I LET HER BE