He struggles to be with me
I am a struggle to be with
He chose not to struggle

Why do we feel? How do I stop?

Why do we not take away the pain
But then those in pain cannot
And pain for purpose to warn
But what if the harm is only the pain itself
If what is bad is only that it hurts?
It wouldn’t matter that he doesn’t love me if it didn’t hurt
I don't know what love is anymore,
So I drink
Pretty alcoholism for the ache

Strength? Or masochism
Sacrifice? Or emptiness

The pain of being reused in the sheets she chose for him
In the hoodie she wore first
Haunted by a ghost who heard the declarations of love he would never make to me
Being the girl who follows in the shadow she cast
Where what she didn’t give him rendered him unable to accept what I could

I confuse lust for love
Mistranslating tight holds and neck kisses as signs he chose me
That he wants me, not just wants me
My lust, i just want your love

This beautiful boy asleep in my arms
Committing his face to memory
By touch
So that if I were blind and he was in a line
I would know it was he who was mine
So I watch and wish and wait
For him to wake,
For us to break

He let her tell him she loved him
He says he doesn’t know what love is
But he knows that he loved her
That he doesn’t me
And that she tainted this thing he doesn't know for him
And now he, for me

"Do you think you will fall in love with me?"
"Sometimes I do"
And I stay for a sometimes.