You've never read the words I write
shared my thoughts or my desires.
I
tried to tell you once
though you didn't seem to hear.
Perhaps if I
could tell you
that I really love you, then
you'd understand my
being,
but I promised not to lie.
I try to tell your lies though
bend the truth as you desire
guess which
way
the sun will rise today.
Perhaps I never told you
how much I
was my word.
Squandered day by day
to serve your every whim.
Do you notice the doors you close
barring the world we shared.
Yet you
wonder why I'm silent
hiding deep within.
Perhaps if I could tell you
that,
that world was dear to me
you'd notice how much
my walls are
closing in.
You tell me that you love me
yet I never understand.
For to trust your
words or action
I never can decide.
Perhaps if I understood
what
you meant by love.
When you speak that word to me
it might all be
explained.
How can I meet your each desire
and yet remain the same,
Not change a
thing about me
when you try to push me far away.
Perhaps I should try
once more
to explain just what I am.
But I thought you'd
understand
I break before I bend.
Why ask what you can do for me
when it's never what you want.
Must I beg
or nag for every favour
yet recall your least request.
Perhaps I can't
understand
just what it is you mean.
When you tell me that you love
me,
but I'd rather you just cared.
I've told you more than most
that there's nothing much I want.
All the
smallest things forgotten
a dozen stinging barbs
Perhaps I'm not being
honest
with myself or you and yours
that must be the way it is
for
you've told me that you love me
but I can merely care.
