night olive
A question stabs my mind all the time / How do you see me? / I see how you look at me / and feel thought forming / then, you stop and go vacant / you can't say what you think / I am confused by this, / I must admit // Maybe, your thoughts conflict then blend / like colors mixing in a can of paint / too many pigments and they come out grey / anyway, makes me say I don't know what to say today / Too many questions make a big knot / and I have no razor to slice through / it comes to this, do you want to be with me or with some other / One moment, I'm convinced you're interested / the next cold indifference / like you've got a better offer / I feel imprinted, stamped as your partner / and I think you know it / do you only find it interesting to pursue? / catching fish holding them up / taking the hook out and tossing them back / Is love, such as I show for you, / just a trap to you? / What am I to you? / Who am I to you? ///
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