Am I to find correlation
   in your seeming eccentricity?
You love me, but we can't be
   so what am I supposed to think?
This is the most childishly drug out *******, and, yes, I understand
But I don't know what to do
   although, you always knew:
Keeping me tethered to a memory
   through both letters and my insecurities.
Giving me just enough
to question your intentions
      but not your love
Nevertheless...  
   Regardless...
      Endless...
         I need this.