You

You.

I look at you.

Him. So near to me.

But these eyes turn back to you. <br>

The war begins, as usual.

Head and the heart battle it out.

Who will win?

The beating of one's soul, of course. <br>

You make me burn.

He soothes me after.

Your eyes pierce through my soul, leaving me bare and naked.

Fitting all the lost pieces together till you know me like the air you breathe.

His eyes skim the surface, looking for the best parts of me.

He makes me want to be. Be that person he thinks I am. That person I know i can be.

But you see me for what I really am. <br>

Your charm is like a magnet.

Too strong for anyone to resist.

No one's even trying to.

You pull out people's deepest pains and sorrows that's burried and hidden <br>

Effortlessly.

You do it so effortlessly. <br>

Im in awe because you fascinate me,

you amaze me,

you captivate me.

But you're wrong for me.

The head and the whole world seems to think so.

But my heart.

Oh, my heart.

It screams and wails and yells

that you're right. Too right for me.