I caught you holding tight,
A teaspoon waltzing in your cup.
And you smiled like the world -

Hadn’t already taken too much of you.
I could say, "help yourself."
In front of a cake, half-heartedly sliced.

Under the worn wood table,
I won't let you paint a shade of doubt
Between your smile and what you said: “I see.”

To bring my tissue on the way out—
The one that knows what I meant,
The one that tries to keep you.

I'd have to walk on the line
Of "only when I want to."
Or "because you promised me."

You are my world,
But I’m not what the world needs.
And I—I would be just fine.