To ask you,
Oh all the questions.
Questions to ask you.
You keep me,
Want me to stay,
I won’t go,
I would never want to hurt you.
But being there.
All those amazing times,
Take their toll.
‘Weird’.
You ask me to stay.
Of course,
A part of me dies every time.
Do anything to see happy.
Some things you say,
Reminds me of the hurtful words of the past.
That I look back upon,
To remember the sadness.
And so I ask.
Why keep me around?
A weirdo,
Too optimistic, who cares.
Why keep me,
What use do I have?
Thinking.
Oh how I care,
Yet it’s only me.
So I ask you.
Thinking, listening to sad songs. Probably not a good idea. Thinking about what a friend said. Hurt me said I was being ‘weird’, and that word.
I am okay, just thinking and overthinking as usual. Just thinking and questioning, I shouldn’t. But feelings, care, it all hurts, but as it hurts it doesn’t because some of those moments make it all better, makes everything all better. Makes everything brighter.
She asked me if I was saying goodbye, never was, never meant it like that. But now it’s got me thinking, should I? For my sake?
Oh well, overthinking for now, at least I have Ben & Jerry’s to keep me company.