Elusive Confusion.

I'm ready to give in,
I'm ready to submit,
Every time I think of you,
I'm not sure what to think.

The candle by my side
burns brighter every day,
the flames of doubt
drive me to shout,
and to scream with deep dismay.

Voices tell me what I don't want to hear,
and I fear the end is near;
Though, perhaps, for you
it never began.
I'm destined to be a broken man

Broken by your eyes,
shooting crystals into mine
each time our gazes intertwine,
Something I both love and despise.

I lay alone at night,
remembering my ventures of the day,
my greatest one, needless to say,
Is how I avoided your ocular might...

Is there no future for you and I?
And should I really be surprised?
History repeats itself too often,
And each time repeated, it never softens.

I'm ready to give in,
I'm ready to submit,
I don't want to think of you,
Because then I'll know what to think.

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