The Giver

Why is it I even question these thoughts, these things
something about you and I intend to ruin it
it’s easier when we sabotage
then the only feeling is pain & hurt
no waiting unexpectedly having it happen
it’s better for me without you
you don’t even want to see me
it’s obvious, if you felt the same
you would not try to resist, insist
I can have whom I want, who I choose
I wanted you, I want you.
Maybe I want more than you can give
incapable, I had hoped insatiable
needing it as much as me, maybe even more
I guess it’s true, no one can give like me
I am the giver, I need nothing from someone...
but their mind, body & soul. Too much?
Seems much to much these days...

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