I can see you're not happy with me,
rather not happy being with me.. or maybe both
I've counted the days, the moments precisely..
when you held a genuine smile
Who're you with me,
because love itself is not a reason enough,
love can't be so sacrificing
Do you really believe I'm the one for you?
But why again do you seem so unhappy?
I thought you understood me, but then...
why do you want me change..
be someone I'm not
Would you rather lose yourself to be with me,
Love is what we feel about ourselves when someone loves us,
shouldn't you then love yourself first?
When love compromises, are we forcing happiness for less than we deserve..
Or is it a cowardice act to love.. to be loved..
are we basically afraid of not being loved.. that we end up loving?
I feel empty, though admired. I feel distanced, though I'm wanted. Am I entitled to choose?
Will I ever be truly happy in settling for less than I desire, for being happy with an alternative?
