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.