I'm selfish.
I'm greedy.
I want u.
Too much, that impossible almost lost it's 'im-' part.
Too much, it hurts to picture us in one frame.
And 'we' could never be.
Well, it is me that'll never will.
Your path is clear, mine has varieties of obstacles in it.
I hate you for pushing me this far, but i hate myself more, for not argueing by a single word.
'. . . . . . . . . .'
It's always too much to ask isn't it? Mostly when u know what u can't have.