My present reminds me of my past,
How it felt and how it didn't last.
I keep bringing back my insecurities-
Thinking that it will always be.

Pictures of betrayal keep popping my mind,
Those things doesn't make my love to strive.
I push you away fearing to be hurt-
But it occurs again that you are not the same bud.

I fail to express how much I love.
Yet asking you to be near is too much.
I push and pull you like a slave
That's not my intention how can I say.

I love you more than I can tell,
Hope you will find the truth one day.