I knew it. I knew right from the start. I didn’t have to guess, you were the one who told me. “I’m no good, don’t trust in me”. I heard what you said, but I didn’t really listen. Words came and left with the summer breeze. And I was left standing in between who you were and who I thought you’d be. I can’t figure you out, you seem sweet, but you also seem like an ass. I carry you around in my heart, while you keep me underground. Who’s to say where we’ll stay? Maybe tomorrow we’ll change. Having hope is not enough; having faith will not build a relationship of scraps and pieces of hate and love.