You Say

You Say

You think I don't want you,
You are say you're going to leave.
From one hug to one second.
You are like Ice.
It has always been the same
You standing there wanting it all
Actually having nothing.
Your life is spent
Mine is fresh.
It is like walking on egg shells.
Eggshells are small,
But so is your self,
Respect.
You care not for me or
What I stand for,
Just that I am here
You wish to be removed from my life,
I am not going to waste the effort,
You want it,
Not me.

Sam817