Maybe I'm just bored

Maybe I'm just lonely

I don't want to hurt you

I don't want to lose you

holding on to your sweet words like holding my fingers on the chords..hurts one part but builds up the other.

Can both sides of a stick burn equally
Or does one side dampen smoke
While the other burns red
The red in all of us that smokes others in our lives.

Can we ever both love equal or will one always care more?
Will one always be half way out the door?