Unless

Open or close the door, please!

Unless

It's undeniable, a fine line;

You and me.

All or nothing, always extreme,

That's the way it's always been.

All is in your hands.

It would be easier if you'd just say

you didn't love me, like that.

Reject me, traditionally, please?

You've never had a problem seeing

the truth about me.

Why is it so hard for you to find

yours is the same?

You could've helped me.

We could've helped each other.

We still can. Plan.

Is that what this is? 

Because honestly? The generalities?

They don't apply to me.

I've never doubted your love for me,

and I appreciate that you have the strength

to tell me.

Why can't you find the strength to hold me

when the darkness closes in, when you see

how hard it's been?

It was and is as simple as that;

Lending your energy when mine is spent.

You know me, all to well.

In my head,

as much as my heart.

It works both ways,

or maybe it's my delusional fantasy,

that I think you just can't admit it.

And if I'm so wrong, so very wrong,

then for once just tell me,

plainly, please?

Understand, respect, be real with yourself,

like you've brutally been with me.

Don't I deserve to hear them?

The words from your lips?

It's all or nothing. Tell me, would you choose me?

Always left open, no closure, no clarity.

It hurts, and I ache, just thinking, analyzing the little things.

Your voice. Why does it move me?

Do you realize you smile every time you see me?

Do you ever allow yourself to LOVE me? To think of me?

I'll step aside gladly so you can find your strength,

but that one word frustrates me.

"UNLESS", yeah...

you knew it would keep me.