Waining Ganymede Poem by Twisted Moon

I look around me hoping to be inspired,
But all that surrounds me just makes me tired,
I want to write about something pure and true,
I want to write about something other than you.

But I suppose there's more things still to say,
And you're the only one who reads these anyway,
I think I have finally figured out why it is I ran,
I think I finally know the reasons behind my master plan.

The logic if examined closely fits just like a glove,
I am just too scared and much too lazy to embrace the stress of falling in love,
And then an artist came to me and helped me to believe in something,
He said take it easy silly child, it's much better when you love nothing.

So his advice is what I did, and I grew so disenchanted,
Like a coward I ran and hid, and I just took you for granted,
It's just because through all of this, I was getting over-zealous,
With you it takes the smallest of things just to make me jealous.

So through it all I saw much more risk than I saw reward,
So I back off and in doing so, pierced your heart with a sword,
And now things are better, and my feelings for you have not died,
But I don't know why, but there is still this deep emptiness inside.

I think it is because in the back of my head I know what I'm doing is wrong,
I'm taking you, myself and her and leading all of us on,
I know in the end, when it's all said and done, I'll pay for my heart of stone,
You'll find a decent man, take him and run, and I'll end up alone.