i don't love you,
i never have.
you seem to be in love with me
but never have you
laughed with me.
i'm tired of you chasing me,
please, let go
there is no 'we'.
i want to be loved,
i really do.
i swear to god
but not by you.
truth be told,
being with you
feels a lot like being alone.
and when i ask
'what's your name?'
you always tell me
'i'm nobody. who are you?
are you nobody too?'
i don't want to be,
i really don't.
you seem to be as fond of me
as a preying, deep, black sea.
look what happens
with a love like that
it eats you whole
and leaves without goodbye.
our definitions clash of this riotousness.
you call it love.
i call it loneliness.