The truth is,
And to be completely honest with you.
I do want to.
It's just not that simple,
and it's never that easy.
I don't want to talk about it anymore,
I don't want to have to.
I don't want to live it now at all,
but I have to.
It's not a decision.
It's not really a choice.
I want you to see it, before I let you.
I want you to know, before I show.
The pace at which I get better is not up to me.
I want to get better, but I want you to want me to too.
I want you to know.
Figure me out,
It's better to save me,
I may be difficult,
But I'm just as easy.
Ask me question and you won't be sorry.
Cause answer I will,
And you won't get a sorry.
I'll tell you the truth.
Apologise I won't.
Just ask me a question.
Ask anything.
Oh God, I'd tell you.
Nobody knows, because they never ask.
You want me better?
Ask why I'm not,
I'd never blame you.
But I blame how you talk.
Your insensitive manner,
And your way with words.
My goodness.
The cause was your flaws.
You are flawed my love,
You are spontaneous.
That's why I died
and so much more worse.
(January 18, 2018)
