How can you stand me?
You say you love me.
Are you sure?
Am I sure?
Am I clear on anything?
I do know
that my heart is giddy.
In your arms, I feel it.
Is it love?
Am I supposed to know?
I once believed in love,
then my mom left
She should have stayed.
She should have held me
in her arms,
and told me
it was going to be alright.
But she let go.
She isn’t coming back.
Is she?
I remember
when that yellow taxi left.
She didn’t say goodbye,
just left.
So again,
if she loved me, how?
How could she have left?
Will you leave?
Will I leave you?
All I know
is there is something,
something that keeps me
wanting more.
I want to be in your arms.
I want to laugh with you.
I want to cry with you.
I want to be in love with you.
But how?