Am I to find correlation
in your seeming eccentricity?
You love me, but we can't be
so what am I supposed to think?
This is the most childishly drug out *******, and, yes, I understand
But I don't know what to do
although, you always knew:
Keeping me tethered to a memory
through both letters and my insecurities.
Giving me just enough
to question your intentions
but not your love
Nevertheless...
Regardless...
Endless...
I need this.
