Dilemma

I feel torn, I feel wasted
Disappointment never felt so, when I had tasted
I blame no one but my own self
Its not her fault, its destiny itself

I have somehow realized, that I'm scared to touch her
The day-dreaming's over, and the gestures deter

She may not understand, what i went through
As I'm good at pretending, and same I'll pursue

Love, if I try, I fail to define
Pretend I may, but love enshrines
Yes I feel wasted, yes I feel torn
But as long as she's there, my life's adorned...