The Emotional Orphan

I am really not sure most days. Am I stupid, or am I just a fool?
Me, alone in my childish hope, thinking it’s going to finally work
Let my guard down, Love you the right way- play it cool.
I wonder what you really think.

If you had to choose my label
Which would it be?
Which word best suited to match
The way you’re laughing at me?

Duh ! You said again, what are you stupid?
Your childish hope is way too heavy.
I’ve made sure this will never work. Always do- never does.
You think you have your guard up–what a fool !!!

HAHAHA, deja vu means you’ll never know what I think.
To you we’ve reached the nine month limit.
Time to give birth or to abort. Time to commit to the deal.
I Love you even more now.

More than I Loved you when, you cried out to heal.
It makes me sick, and sad and I question myself.
The way your changing face conceals
All we both really know is real.

But my Love, you underestimate.
You question what you THINK you heard me say.
The din won’t let you hear me true,
So allow me to reiterate.

I haven’t made plans or hoped for no reason.
I Love you and am not going away.
I live inside you, and I’m not going away…
Unfinished.

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