This Life We Live Is Strange

This life we live is strange.
We grow up saying that we want this and that in a lover.
We say we’ll never let anybody come into our lives and change it.
We promise ourselves that we want the best qualities in a lover.
Not knowing what the future has in store for us.

I know he’s not what I pictured for myself……
BUT………….

Why do I think of him?
Why does the image of his face not leave me?
Why do I still feel his touch?
Why do I long to kiss him?
Why do I still talk to him?

Why is my heart and head in a battle over him? WHY???????

He’s not what I want in a lover.
BUT…………….