I don't know.
I'm just so confusing.

One day,
I'll want nothing but your
large hands
tracing lines
on my cold body.

Then, I'll want to rip my skin off
because of your ***** fingers
being etched into
my skin.
Symbolically, of course.

And I'll want to do is sit and mope
and be depressed.
I'll want to completely ignore you.
I'll turn off my phone,
maybe keep it on, to show you I'm in no mood.

But on the other hand,
I love when you come after me.
Grab my arms and look at me.
But really look at me, right in the eyes.
"I love you."

Maybe this is why
I can't help but be alone.
Because I don't want to put you through all of this.
All of me.
I'm sorry if you can't see it now.

But you will.
Of course you will.