I feel as if I am too attached.
Like a bird to an egg that hasn't hatched.
I'll lay with my conscience or at least wallow in it's absence
and try to find a way to apologize.

This was never intended to be my way of speaking
But it's the only thing my heart was seeking
Drawn to the light of you like a fly to an electric current
Not quite the same thing but occasionally concurrent

I assure you I have no future
Though I'm told I'm bright and maybe even charming
The thought of me succeeding still feels alarming
I'd love to win again and again.
I'll watch people do it I'll still never get it.

If she can find a way to cope with this maybe I can too.
I won't lie, she's the greatest girl I ever knew.
That term is derogatory and yet still the closest to true.