Here I am, waiting for my feelings to change.
Waiting for the moment when I stop
Thinking of you.
You are a curse.
You are a burden I bear.
A burden
That doesn't know it's there.
I'd love to ask you so many things.
Excavate your soul and see
If there is still a piece of me
Lodged between your love
And your hate
For yourself.
These places, I dare not go.
Oh no.
Perhaps it is better not to know.
I fear the possibilities
Of you telling me to walk away
Or asking me to stay
I do not know
If I am capable
Of either.