Wednesday, August 8, 2012

How would I know?

Sometimes I'm afraid that I've talked too much and you hate me for my grumbling

Sometimes I'm afraid that I'm too quite that you hate me for my silence


Sometimes I'm afraid that I'm too careless that makes you feel unsafe


Sometimes I'm afraid that I'm the only one who keeps holding on


The thing is....


You never told me


You never say anything


How would I know that?


How would I know if I ever did you wrong?


How would I know if you ever need a companion?


How would I know? You never told me


Not even once

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