Frozen

You look at me 

like you wish that I was someone else. 

I want to walk away from you. 

I want to act on the conviction 

that I am worth undying love. 

I want to leave. 

But I can't go knowing 

that I will never kiss your lips again. 

So I lay here knowing 

you wish I was different. 

And I hate myself for loving you. 

For thinking maybe 

you could change your mind.