someone showed interest in me

and I ran away.
I ran so fast.

I’m sorry perfectly nice boy.
but my heart is taken, and the other boy won’t give it back.
you don’t have his same friendly smile, quirky laugh and warm presence.

I wish I could give you a chance. I wish my heart would allow.
but I’ve dug myself so far in a hole.
and maybe I’m a masochist afterall.

all I know is that right now is not for you and me
there will probably never be a time for you and me
for I’m in too deep with the other
something people will never fully wrap their minds around.

you, perfectly nice boy, are not familier
your touch does not bring me home,
it leaves me feeling cold and different

I just want him.
and I don’t think my heart will rest till
I can be wrapped in his arms
in the embrace of lovers