I can't. I won't. It's not possible

I can never be what she wants me to be

I may bend my back over a thousand times and the shape will never be what she wishes to see

I can't. I won't. It's not logical

The man that she needs died a century ago and the years of bricks on top of my soul have blocked away my view

She thinks that she can heal with a touch, hug away my troubles with chicken soup quotes and penetrate my barrier with unnecessary nonsense about how she knows the better you

When even I don't know the true you

I can't. I won't. I'm done trying

To be her fairy tale prince even though the spot is taken

She knows her choice but will lie to the end even when I know she is faking

So I lay on the cracked cold road with my bottle and fallen tears that indicate I was crying

Begging a stake to enter my heart