Separate Lives

More confidence and less fear...

Maybe we living separate lives. Nothing seems to line up for us. I dont know if you've recognized.
Im acting like a different person; a stranger to myself. This is new for me too. I dont know why I do the things I do, but its just what I do.
You are steady losing the magic that opened my eyes to your true beauty. The butterflies you gave me upon first sight are dying one by one in a love genocide.
We still trying to make this work and happen for the best, although the best times we have together are only when we having sex.
Maybe we living separate lives, only destined to intersect at a later time.
You say come to you like a man and speak my thoughts and feelings without restraint.
Honestly, deep down, I think you're scared to lose me.
On the surface, it looks like Im not afraid to live on without you because
I need you a little less every time you say you love me, and I ask why.
The answer never goes beyond "because I do".
This crazy train is reckless and we're speeding at different sides.
Maybe we'll collide.
Maybe we'll die.

Later Days