Some days

You talk to me about how was your day

Some days

You share your deepest secrets

Some days

I feel so entitled that I want to demand more from you

Some days

I don't want anybody to know you like I do

But some days

We don't talk at all

Some days

I feel like an option

Some days

I feel like we're strangers

Then there are some days

I like to pretend you're all mine

And some days

You pretend like I'm all yours

Little did you know,

Most of my days

I often ask myself,

"What are we?"