Why?

Am I like this?

I'm sick of you...

 

I hate you, 

a little.

Not a lot,

but I hate you.

at least a litt.le.

 

I'm trying,

to figure out what

I should do.

 

I'm afraid, 

and this is why

optimism is bad.

That I will be the only one

Hurt.

If I leave.

 

In heart,

I want to believe that

we'll both be lost.

 

But,

optimism is bad...

And I don't want to be

the only one

Hurt.

 

If I leave.