You are my happiness, but I am not yours.
I believe this to be true because of unclosed doors.
I have been nothing but true.
I have given my best to you.
My words mimic my actions and my actions mimic my words.
But I want more in a relationship than thirds.
To except less than half would be unfair.
After all for myself I must take care.
When feelings are involved there’s the potential to be hurt.
A broken heart I try to avert.
But alas it’s too late for me.
I handed over my heart to thee.
I wanted to be your happiness, I really did.
But it seems your last love you can’t be rid.