Absence Makes the Heart Grow Despondent

You're just as weak as I am,
But you have painted me as bold and brave.
In truth I'm a feeble lamb
In a lion's mouth, waiting to be saved.

The misconceptions you believe
Further prove that you never
Truly tried to find the real me,
Can't help wonder if you'll ever.

I am insecure like you,
Holding a bleeding heart dying to love.
I hide it well as you do,
Still I find your coldness to be unjust.

Yet I return the favor
With half-hearted attempts at affection.
Never sweat for love's labor--
For a misguided fear of rejection?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

I know how to love but I forget when you're near.
Maybe I could remember if you were ever here.