Strangers

"Intense love doesn't measure it just gives" Mother Teresa.

I am suspended in the air,

as i have had more than i can bare,

a love like this is so rare,

it gives me a scare,

everytime but you don't care.

Indecision and lost affection,

in search of perfection,

made me chose the wrong direction,

for the fear of rejection,

since i mirrored your reflection.

We didn't strike the iron,

so it froze in time,

then the fire wore out,

and the matchsticks burnt out,

leaving us with unrequited desire.

Standing in the ashes,

of our dearly departed,

romance that never saw daylight,

but managed to haunt me every night,

and left me feeling spiteful.

You used to set my soul alive,

but now i realised that you were disguised,

afraid and terrified to expose your true self,

using your sex drive to thrive,

without giving of yourself.

But now my heart is so cold,

every thought of you leaves me in regret,

as i try to forget the lingering memories,

of the time we spent together,

wasted love that couldn't weather the storm.

So i guess i never really knew you,

since i drew you up to be someone truthful,

and you never knew me as well,

as you put me on a pedestal in a shelf,

we were still strangers just like the day we met.