It's a problem, you know,
when it feels like we can't talk.
When the words escape me,
and the motivation was never there
to talk to you, that
Something is wrong.
if I'm being honest with my self
not that it's easy to do
I'm not being honest to you.
But then you never were with me either—
I'm ok with that.
I think I want it to be.
this might be nothing more than
me making something out of nothing
which is something I'm prone to doing.
But at what point is me making excuses for you
an excuse for myself?
And even if I'm totally wrong in
my assumptions of your intent;
it doesn't mean it's not a problem.
I need more
a reassurance that it's not all in my head.
But that's not how you think.
fire and water
night and day
yellow and purple
hot and cold
spring and fall
tired and energized
love and hate
associated with one another
But terrible together.
And I'd ask you if any of that was true
those late night I love you's.
But if they weren't, then truth be told
I don't know how I would handle it.
I'm just so tired of feeling both of our emotions when he doesn't carry his weight