A Leap of Faith

I like you a lot…
you like me a little
I like you a little…
you like me a lot.

When do we meet half way?
Is there such place?
Or do we need to take a simple leap of faith?

Faith: I like you a little but I am willing to explore the possibilities because maybe, maybe, we can be happy together.

Wait… don’t call; let him be the man.
Wait… don’t call; let her think you are not impressed

When do we stop playing the game?

Date others, so he knows you are busy and desired
Don’t make plans ahead, so she will not know that you are hungry for her.

Can we just be ourselves?

I am sick of the game… I am sick of the waiting… I am sick of dating.

He is probably busy… what does he do?
She is probably with her girlfriends… how many she has?

You have not call in three days,
I want to call but I am afraid.
I am afraid to be rejected again.

You are not perfect,
I am not perfect.
Can we forgive each other for that?
Enjoy the gift of life?

Tell me the true, don’t lie, don’t pretend…
I feel it, I know it, it's over…
Sweet, sweet, sweet seven days of hope

Secure relationships, unsecure, obscure, dark, sad, tears on my cheeks.

The laughter while the other men are calling me,
My plan “B.”
My other commitments,
“B” stands for busyness,
A pretend busyness that never ends.

But I want you… imperfect, dangerous, exciting you.
At the other corner the other ones are asking…
Why not me?
Why not take a leap of faith for me.

I love you just the way you are, stubborn, unfashionable, and messy
I want the one that does not want me.

And the circle continues,
I want you,
You want someone else,
I want you,
But you don’t want me.

I will be rejected by you
You will be rejected by her.

There is no faith, no risk involved, no dreaming together.

Good night,
Alone in bed,
With my thoughts,
With tears on my cheeks
With dreams of what I though it could be
but it never will.