Lovesick

These tears mean nothing,
pouring down my face for you.
These words are empty,
raining from my tired lips.
That's what I see your eyes telling me.
We've both become so good
at simple justice.

I am here, tethered to torture,
because I want you so bad.
And I want nothing more than to kiss you,
to hold your hand,
to be your hardened lover.
But all-the-while you're just so proud of yourself
because your disease saves my life.

Maybe I'm just tired
of the sentimental weakness you possess.
Or maybe I'm just scared to be too strong
or scared to be too weak.
I know I'm not what you thought I could have been.
I know I mean no more than nothing.
But without me, you'd have no one to hate.

My heart's in your hands
and you bring out the knife.
And the only time I ever lied to you
was when I said that I was done.
If I had known it then, it would be so different.
Now I know that I am far from the end.

I will never leave your side,
no matter how hard you push.
I may be weak, but I will stay here,
tethered strong,
if only for you.