you can't understand how much strain i put on my mind just to make you happy and in the end you only make....... see? i'm afraid to even say how i feel on a poem you may never read because if you do you may find out and resent me
that is much like our conversations filtered again and again watching my every word just to make you happy. i'll do it a million times a day and yet it doesn't make me feel any better about myself.
no more i can't do it
i'm willing to do anything for you that doesn't mean i should. if i did what i should; would i let you do what you want, much like the incubi of my past? would i silence myself, just to hear a bittersweet sentence from your mouth? would i sacrifice my time, my precious time, which i had promised for life's responsibilities? no. but i don't do what i should, so it's okay.