am I to wait for you,
to finally
see me?

It's Three a.m.
And here I am,
Alone, wide awake, and confused

As I lie contemplating,
Your words resonating,
They left me
bleeding
           and
                           broken
                                 and
                                                bruised
      ­                                                   . . . .

I keep trying to convince myself that
'I just don't care'

but in the process,
I remind myself why I do.

I can't get you out of my mind,
no matter how hard I try . . .

and I end up thinking,
about not thinking,
about you
.

I want to say something . . .
but then again,
*I don't.

I'm afraid,
you're going to walk away,
*because of me.

I'd like to be,
the girl who gets
a second
glance.

Promise me,
'I love you'
will never be
an
*obligation