"Princess, why are you so sad?"

"I don't know."

"Princess, are you mad?"

"I suppose."

"But hate - that doesn't hurt you?"

"I cannot tune into hate."

"So princess, it is only love that you can see, then?"

"Yes."

"And this love, through karmic law, damages you?"

"Indeed."

"So princess, what will you do?"

"I don't know. I don't know..."

Who said I'm fine?
Well who said I'm not?
I've said neither.
Not in plain words.
I said I'm okay,
That there's nothing to say.
I simply said that one word.

What would you say?
What would you do?
Oh, if only you knew.
You don't know.
You still won't.
It's not my choice to keep it from you.

There's nothing I can say.
Not today,
Not tomorrow.
Maybe if there were some other way.
But there's not.
There isn't and there won't be.
I'm sorry.
Or maybe I'm not.

You asked how I was.
I did reply.
I had to be kind,
Anyway why wouldn't i?
I told you one word.
"Okay."
I'm always okay.
You asked and I said.
Okay doesn't always mean the same.

I said okay.
You might've thought it meant fine.
But maybe I am far from it.
Too bad I'm not then.
Maybe I had you worried then.
All it is that I can't explain.
Keep asking.
Go on,
I'll keep answering.
Be aware you might only get one word.
One word,
That's that word.
How else could I put it,
When there is no other way?

I'd love to tell you.
That's the fact,
I really would.
Believe me I don't like keeping from you.
I would tell you simply.
Right now,
Maybe today.
But actually I don't think I would.
I like to wait.
Figure stuff out.
Often stop you worrying as long as I can.
I don't know why.
You shouldn't ask why.
They are all very trivial.
Being all very small.
None of them problems at all.

It's all rather too bad.
Too bad I don't know.
Just a tad.
If I don't know then I can't tell you.
As much as I think.
No matter how much,
I still do not know.
So there's no way that I could explain.
I guess you'll have to wait.
For someone else I guess.
Someone to tell you what's wrong with them.
Right now I can't tell a soul.
Before I tell you.
I need to tell myself.
Which I can't,
because I don't know.

I don't really know
if I did I wouldn't write it down
if I knew I would... I would
know
What's the back of this mind doing?
Throwing up spaces of random places
and memories from crusty corners
crumbling as they move into sight.

eh, ferk it... I'm going to bed.

I'm playing with fire
The blaze is rising
And I don't know to stand,
Fly,
Or run.
Where do I go from here?

The feelings have become worn out just like the souls of my favorite pair of shoes.
The lust we once had has turned into  an ignored aversion.
This is no longer love we can both clearly see.
Have we been wrong all along or am I in over my head?
The days we have spent, must come to an end.
I don't know how and I don't know why, but within then and now, we lost each other in the in between.

When I write
I write in questions
Well now I ask myself; why?
Why do I have so many unanswered questions?
And the only answer
That I could muster
Was this;

I don't know.
I don't know why you left me.
I don't know what it is that's preventing my recovery.
I don't know what I'm so afraid of.
Or why I'm afraid of it.
I don't even know why I write.
And I sure as hell don't know what I'm gonna do.

what happened to the positive feelings?
did they all fade away?
what happened to your promise
to see me in person someday?
we haven't been talking,
and honestly i'm worried
what happened?
what changed?
will we never be the same?