and i write because i can

your unwhispered lies
hang from your lips like so
defiantly hanging at the tip
of your tongue

and I wonder if your waiting,
waiting to leash out
but no
you're not waiting at all

(it's all lies)
there's something in your eyes
that makes me think so

you'll make me wonder
what you hide behind
that cold stare and wounded eyes

you'll make me want
to reach out and cradle you in my arms
just a wounded soul is all I see
and that's your weapon (against me)

all the odds again
tell I have everything to lose
and nothing to gain
this thing you call
"love for me"
it gives me dread

but I can't give up
this guilt trip that you've
put me on won't bring me to my knees

but don't you know darling?
i'll be the one that got away.