I’m beginning to believe this is merely for convenience.

Curiosity and a suggestion sparked an interest.
My lack of faith in the present caused my want for change and a difference.

First I thought it was meant to be,
Right time, right place
Paths meant to cross at that moment so that we may see.

Instead it has been more pain than joy, no true attraction or even a hint of passion.
Too many lies and stabs in the back, betrayals and “get backs”
Me to you, you to me
Forth and back, back and forth

Never ending always fighting
Is this what it is really supposed to be?

I have seen how cold your heart can be
Still it’s so easy for me to close my eyes to fill my need.

Our bond is not made from Love & Hope
Rather it is made of Tolerance & Doubt

Believe me I know an act when I see one
It is my job to pretend and be done.

When it is real, you feel it like a magnet drawn together.
That power you just cannot measure
This is not what we share; the passion is just not there.

I’m scared to be alone; you don’t want to do it on your own.
We do not agree or believe in the same thing, only what the other can bring.
Neither one is what the other wants; all we do is bicker and taunt.

I’m running out of patience
And beginning to believe this thing we have
Is merely for convenience