I just want to put into words how you make me feel.
But if I were to do that,
You wouldn't be able to read it.
Mangled, maimed, torn, confused
yet
Happy, loved, appreciated, sane.
Too mixed, too unsure to explain
How a person originally nothing to me can slither into my life and become its focus; I can't understand.
Am I not stronger than that?
Am I not smarter than that?
Have I learned nothing?
The countless times three words were used to trap me have made me aversive to hearing them.
When you say them, are they any more real than these others?
They can't be, everything is only temporary in the end
And I'm expected to trust you?
To believe in you?
To understand that what we are is timeless though we are nothing?
No matter how often I attempt to force myself into callousing my most vital organs to your charm, nothing works.
I can't fight you.
So you need to drop me.
It shouldn't be hard for you,
I'm only a temporary pleasure like everything else.