In response to your question...

Yes it is difficult.
It has never been easy
And now I am holding back.
I admit that
This has been the case since our very first encounter.
But really,
How could I not?
How silly would I be to let you consume me
Let you have every bit of my energy
Let you be preserved in history
As my tragedy.
For you will be nothing more.
I've seen this all before.
We all have.
You're very aware of what you have in me.
You see pure love in my artistry
Felt it while you rocked me to sleep
And I will forever be a mystery
Never fully uncovered.
You ran to me
Hoping to be my lover and
For a moment
Nothing existed but us.
But
Sentimental Mood's caressing my eardrums
As I write us back into
This time
This place
Tracing over truth with ink
So you can't miss its face.
In your current state
My obsession would be a waste.