Maybe it’s me
Maybe I shouldn’t want so much
I shouldn’t want, crave, and long for your feel
Your touch
I shouldn’t want your voice to be the only one that calls me that name
Any other voice should make me shudder- it shouldn’t feel the same
It shouldn’t feel as nice-
Not half, not close
Maybe I’m the reason you’re so unhappy
Even though you chose
It was your idea to walk this earth with me
No one forced your hand
You knew what this would be
But this isn’t it
It’s now how I planned
For things
When she calls me, baby,
It’s bittersweet cuz it hurts
It stings
It feels so good to be wanted and loved you know…
But it’s your respect and admiration I’ve been looking for
Maybe it’s my fault…
I probably should have seen it before
There’s so much to endure
So much that I expect I guess
You’ve already got your own shit
So much going on in life, this stress…
THIS STRESS that you choose never to acknowledge or address
Or share with your partner… or anyone for that matter…
You’re absent more and present less
You’re barely here in body, definitely not mind
Barely any spirit I’d bet
I’m…
Slowly starting to think it’s you
And not me…
