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I am trying not to love you,
trying to not lie to myself,
to keep a level head...
but it is near impossible.

Could you help me out a little?
Could you try not to be so wonderful?
Try not to be so attentive?
So giving of your time?

Talked to you the other night,
half scared of rejection.
Sure you wouldn't want to talk,
adding to my dejection.

Perhaps that would have been better
for this heart that's in denial.
Perhaps a dose of reality
would have ended my trial.

You see, I'm trying not to love you.
I know it will never be.
I know that you don't feel the same way
about this lovestruck me.

And yet you continue to call to my heart,
just by being all that you are.
Your kindness is a much needed balm,
on a heart that still bears a scar.

A scar that represents deep hurt,
from which I am trying to heal.
A scar that only began to fade,
when your kindness I did feel.

I'm afraid that in helping me to heal,
you caught my heart in a net.
I should be trying to swim away,
but I am not ready just yet.

I want to bask in your kindness,
in the caring that you express
with every moment you spend with me
showing your thoughtfulness.

So I really need your help, you see.
There are some things that I need from you.
Can you stop treating me like I matter?
Is this something that you'd ever do?

See, I sense it is not in your nature,
to ever willingly do someone harm.
And so I am not sure that I will escape,
From the net that is made from your charm.

And then when you offered to help me,
with a seemingly mundane thing,
to share of your time from your busy life,
well...that offer made my heart sing.

So, here I sit, content in your net,
not knowing just how to break out.
Unless you release me (and please be gentle),
I'll be here forever, no doubt.