The Always but Never Love

The light itself takes many shapes and forms
Much like your own identity
Yet, you claim it to be true,
Cannot fathom the thought of baring your soul
Much like the raw state it holds now,
And under your hidden breath you curse that tale
The ones that made you believe,
The ones you held an actual piece of hope for
Through your misery, even then you hid
Not wanting to bare that soul of yours
Having wrapped up years of scars,
Years of hidden love and lust
Years of trying to pretend
But it always came back
This moment, unlike the rest; genuinely true
No bullshit hidden fears
It's true...
It never is and never was
And yet my heart misses you
Some thoughts are the birth of new tears
But what am I, if you can hold your composer
And I cannot