With the wrong intentions
You've loved me for years now
Yet, never free yourself to truly offer that love
I ask you then,
Why send 100 years' worth of love songs
Only to avoid the question, "Do you love me?"
Why check in?
Why keep in touch?
Why think of me at all...
When you aren't really available???
Letting me know you love me
In a thousand different ways
Over what feels like a thousand different years
Particularly when you refuse to act
Men like you are the worst kind
Because, you seem kind when you're not
Innocent, childlike...to love in such a way
When in reality, you're selfish
You merely want my attention
A partner--not to love--but to share in your secret misery
A secret no more
For now, it is mine, too
I wish you'd (have) just le(ft)ave me alone
No one deserves to be played with
You've lost me...I want you to know that
By misplacing trust, kindness and love
I will not participate in your schemes
And, I will not (cannot) love you for what you've done
I will not show gratitude for unkind kindnesses either
I will not.
You are like that small stone
The one that gets stuck in your boot
You first feel it while hiking up the side of a mountain
Too steep of an angle to do anything about it
So, you keep going
In utter pain
That is you
You are a nuisance
Small and insignificant
But bothersome all the same
You read me here
See me here
Enjoying the spectacle
Probably less enjoyment now...
Now that I've called you out
Still having fun???