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caught

i remember that night
you asking me to stay
in your own strange way

you had a lot of questions
"do you love me?"
"any new poems for tomorrow?"

never today, always tomorrow
proving to you that there was one
there was another day with me in it

i'm always afraid of my answer
our whole hand promises
always half broken even before i make it

"yes, do you?"
"there's always more poems."
i had questions you'd never answer

begging you to tell me
if you love me
days after and you still haven't answered

once i'm about to leave
you tell me
you love me

again, begging me to stay
as soon as you say you love me
you've caught me