I say I'm okay,
but does that mean it's okay
for me to lie about it?
I tell my friends it's okay
that they don't understand
why I love you.
I'm suddenly okay
when you ask me
for my body to meet
with yours one last time.
When you tell me you don't want to
talk about it when I try to stand up
for what I know deserve.
When you tell me it is my choice
to trust you, I wonder if it
has been a mistake to trust you
for all this time. So, all I can say is,
okay.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 9:14 AM UTC
I say I'm okay,
but does that mean it's okay
for me to lie about it?
I tell my friends it's okay
that they don't understand
why I love you.
I'm suddenly okay
when you ask me
for my body to meet
with yours one last time.
When you tell me you don't want to
talk about it when I try to stand up
for what I know deserve.
When you tell me it is my choice
to trust you, I wonder if it
has been a mistake to trust you
for all this time. So, all I can say is,
okay.
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