Love, You're Killing Me

Love, You're Killing Me

Love, you're killing me.
Suffocating me every day with what you can be.
Expecting me to meet your expectations, Wanting me to be perfect. But how?

How exactly do you want me to turn my feelings into how you want it?
How am I supposed to understand something so complicated yet so simple like a light breeze?
Every day I read new definitions, new theories, new explanations
But none of them match mine.
Why is it that the experiences of love are considered to be measures of love?
Why is it that every other aspect of some love story adds up to other's fantasy?
Why can't it be like one wants it to be?

Many comparisons to be made,
Many checkboxes to be ticked.
Love turning into marriage, just so its sealed?

I don't understand you
I never will.
Maybe it's better that way
To hide what I feel.
But you see the trouble here
Is that you'll always keep reminding me,
Of all the possibilities you can bring.
Love, you're killing me.