Floating

Leaping

Screeching

Clawing your eyes out just to

Spite you

Spite me instead

I can't live the way you want

Me to. The way you look at me

Tells me that you want me to respond.

 But I don’t know how to respond.

 I don’t know how to respond

To you asking me that question.  

That question that I can’t answer,

I can’t answer your question, and

I don’t know how to respond.  

So maybe if I told you I loved you, you would

Stop

Expecting a response.  

But I don’t and

I will not lie to you,

I will not lie,

I don’t want to lie.  

Should I lie?  

Unless, maybe, actually.  

What if I loved you?  

What if I loved you and

I held you and

I kissed you and

Then

Then what would happen?  

We would be together forever and

It would be great and

Amazing and

Fantastic and

Then you would dump me and

I would die, I would die forever

And ever

And ever.  

I know that’s melodramatic, I do.  

But when I lie on the dock at camp,

I feel the damp wood seeping into my bones,

And I try and concentrate on that, but instead I see

Your face.

I don’t know what will happen tomorrow,

And I don’t know what will happen in a year.  

A lot can change.  

But don’t you change.

Please.

Don't you change

Me