promises

I don't know where I stand with you, but I'll stand anywhere you want me to.

I don't know what you need, but I'll be what you have. I don't know much about you anymore, but I know who you are. And this shall be interminably.

I don't know where you are going, but I know I am willing to come.

I thought I had an honest grip on things, but I opened the box full of letters under my bed and smelled your smell. Than I fell down hard.

Please do not say you love me before you turn your back and run further away.

Please do not mutter full and empty words underneath your breath as though I mean anything.

Please do not yell them either.

Do not bury yourself deeper in the mud of concrete supposition that I am fighting to free you from.

Perhaps you think I could forget the regretful apologies I have received, but those promises were promised so very long ago.

No, I have not forgotten the good that was done. But as much as I try to forget, I still remember the things that you have undoubtedly kept forgetting.

Infatuation eats me to rust but I search for healing. I suppose I believe you treasure me deep inside. I suppose I am not lying to myself when I say that you care.

But I also wonder if I am being completely honest.

To love somebody is a lot different when you are their nobody.

I don't know where I stand with you, but I'll stand wherever you want me to.

I have a bleeding heart. and it loves you.