Something in me breaks away,
When you say,
"It's fine,"
Instead of,
"It's okay."
Not from how it sounds,
At least,
It wasn't.
But you told me long ago,
"When I say it's fine,
It's not."
So are we playing games,
Are we chasing wild geese,
I beg you to communicate,
Yet you say,
"Read my mind."
I can't, not the way you want me too,
I love you, I need to,
More than anything.
So are we,
fine.
Or are we,
Okay