Clawing your eyes out just to
Spite me instead
I can't live the way you want
Me to. The way you look at me
Tells me that you want me to respond.
But I don’t know how to respond.
I don’t know how to respond
To you asking me that question.
That question that I can’t answer,
I can’t answer your question, and
I don’t know how to respond.
So maybe if I told you I loved you, you would
Expecting a response.
But I don’t and
I will not lie to you,
I will not lie,
I don’t want to lie.
Should I lie?
Unless, maybe, actually.
What if I loved you?
What if I loved you and
I held you and
I kissed you and
Then what would happen?
We would be together forever and
It would be great and
Then you would dump me and
I would die, I would die forever
I know that’s melodramatic, I do.
But when I lie on the dock at camp,
I feel the damp wood seeping into my bones,
And I try and concentrate on that, but instead I see
I don’t know what will happen tomorrow,
And I don’t know what will happen in a year.
A lot can change.
But don’t you change.
Don't you change