On a string

Something's just not right:
There's stiffness in your byes.
I would cry my heart out,
And you would wipe my eyes.

You said it's my mistake
To love you this much.
The blame I would take,
But it's not justified.

You tell me it's not right;
That it's too far from the truth;
An exaggeration, imagination!
But it's not something I could avoid.

I wish it was my own choice:
That my heart went with my mind,
And that I wouldn't miss your voice.
But I left 'me' behind.

I promised companionship forever.
Though, I wanted to love you more,
I won't go back on my promise.
The feelings I can't ignore.

You say you cannot love me,
That it would be forced.
But a tiny spark in your eyes,
keeps me hoping otherwise.

Sometimes I wish I knew the truth
And I get up to asking for it.
Then fall back just because,
I am afraid of being upset.

I still love you as I have,
I cannot let the feeling go.
It will never work out I know.
But my heart's too naive.

If I could do this over,
I would avoid it from the start,
Knowing what I'd feel like:
A broken-hearted lover.

For now, I'll let it be complicated.
The way it has always been.
But yes, I agree when you say:
"I wish love was not in between"