Flaw

I’ve known him all my life,

Partly in dreams, partly in reality.

When I stop dreaming, I realize

How little is real.

I’ve had a million different conversations with him

In a million circumstances, each one perfect, and better

But when I feel his senses on me

My senses just die out.

My mind is alive, groping for something to do, or say.

I forget why I called, and he doesn’t know why I came.

But the difference is,

He doesn’t want to know.

I don’t even know if I’m getting closer.

Don’t they say failures are the stepping stones to success?

There’s so much I want to give him,

But can’t, because maybe I’m not

Capable of it, or accustomed to it,

Or maybe I’m offering him too much.

But who’ll tell me if I am?

I’ve never felt for someone so much.

The problem is, he’s just too good to be true, and, maybe,

His only flaw lies in the heart which has no place for me.

I’ve known him all my life,

And a few others a little less longer

But why is is like that with him?