in my head
in my heart
on the floor
in the apartment
with the thought of you
Although I don’t have the right to
with no boundaries
but the ones I’ve made myself.
I’d like to tell you I love you.
I’d like to
but I can’t
I’d like to say “I love you.”
but I’m afraid I can’t
I’d like to show you that I love you
but I’m afraid
and I can’t.
I’m not as strong as I’d like to think.
and I know I’m heading toward the brink.
I know it seems I handle a lot.
But maybe that’s because things I have forgot.
I wish I could see
what goes on inside of me.
I cannot tell you how I feel
because I still don’t know
how to even show it.
You asked me not to write about you,
though I already did.
You asked me not to say such pleasant things
obviously because you’re a pig
I promised many things to you,
and it seems you have promised me things too
but what happens when these promises
were never agreed upon
I’m writing a poem for you.
But actually it’s just a poem about you.
(and maybe more for me)
If I could get your time back,
I would keep it as mine.
And thank goodness I never gave you my heart
'cause then this poem actually would be for you.
(and would tear you apart)
why do you keep me around,
and why do I stay…
when I feel so down.
Though as much as you make me smile,
as much you make me frown.
I never wanted it to become like this
because our connection is something
that I cannot stand to miss.
you tell me one thing,
while doing another
some of the things you tend to do make me
a choice has got to be made;
it’s one or the other
I’d rather have you choose the other.
for I am not a second pick,
and my ass you can kiss.