Give In

A poem that I wrote for a former lover.

Do you know what it's like,
Do you? No-- You don't.
Do you know how it feels;
How it feels to
Place trust,
Deplete Lust?
Have heart,
Let it start?
To give in,
Give in,
Give in?
And I wish I could say I never loved you at all,
But that's a lie and I can't say that without a fall.
I wish I could assume all responsibility,
But I can't do that;
No-- I can't be the one who would not see.
It must be fucking nice
To not be vulnerable
To expect to be friends
And for me to smile and be O.K.
Because it's not happening
Not now, not ever, not any day-
Because I can't fucking do it.