sleeping with the door open
hoping you'll come waltzing in
despite how last night I pushed you away
raised my voice and told you
how I didn't want you to touch me
but you asked "why?"
and I'm asking why that isn't enough
because my voice didn't falter
and it's the edge of my bed that I'm sleeping on
the bed that you waltzed into
where you raised your voice at me
called me a hypocrite
for something that you've done tenfold
so why do you have the right to hurt
when you so easily mock my pain
spit it back in my face
and you don't see it
I don't think you even try
you don't want to see it
even when you're watching me cry
I still want to see you
despite it