How is that my problem?
A simple question, you assume.
Only, I thought we were in this together.
A relationship is a two way street,
Or is it?
Have I been misled all this years?
I hate that when you’re hungry it’s my problem.
But if it’s anything with me…
Then, how is it your problem…
I’m so conflicted.
I mean when you weren’t here
Everyday you said, I wish there was more I could do to help..
But now, when I need you
When I could use your help.
It isn’t your problem.
What am I supposed to do with this?
Am I completely crazy to think that you would want to be there for me?
I just keep quiet.
I keep my thoughts and doubts to myself
What good will they do.
They only lead to me not having you.
But then again,
How is that your problem?