It's Complicated

I wrote this one the same time I wrote the last 3 and along with the next 3. You can tell I was kinda running outta my words...read it all the way through, though. Seriously.






No, this isn't another
Cheesey poem.
No, it's not another
Corny song.
No, I'm not gonna tell you I miss you.
No, I'm not saying what you did wrong.
All I know is this thing's
Kinda rhyme-y.
And now I wonder if that's a word...
So just letting you know
(with bad timing)
Here's the truth about
the things you've heard.

I'm afraid.
I'm not okay.
I'm taking one day at a time.
No, I'm not through.
I'm not over you.
I don't wanna be friends
And, no, I won't pretend.
I want you to think
About me every night
Right before you fall asleep.

That's what I do:
I think about you.
It makes me feel safe
So-to-speak...

Maybe I'm scared
And I know life's unfair
But you have to take the good
With the bad.

The problem's not just me
And my insecurity
It's just us not
Making it last.

I can't try on my own
But there's one thing I know;
Something you would
Never admit.

There's a reason for this:
Us together in the end
So how can you always
Just quit?

We can't be just friends.
We always want more.
Saying "I'm scared"
Is a really pathetic
And poor excuse.
A cop-out.
Do you think I'm not?
Who cares if she gets hurt?
Fuck her. That's all I have to say about that.