Your hand in mine.
Your cold white hand.
Those slender fingers,
Made promises of not letting go
Capable of lies
There's no me anywhere under your sun.
I'm just an umbrella you use on rainy days.
Should I have thrown away my heart
And not let you hold on to me
Should I have make use of my head
And not let you have all of me
Should I have employ self interest and walk away
And be happy
But then again,
Do I have to say this?
We are different after all.
So even if I want to, I can't.