uh oh, uh oh.

Sometimes I lie to prevaricate the truth, because i knew it would hurt. Even when you ask me questions, to reassure your feelings for me. Its like playing "say uncle" and holding it for as long as we could.

i would trace the stars on your shoulder when you sleep, and wonder the "what ifs". but i knew its not going to happen, so i turn away and curl the other way.

Hope was something I cannot risk, investing in you.

So don't be mad at me for doing the things i do. I'm just holding on to whatever sanity I have left.