do i want it or not?
hold it and cherish it to the end of its day,
or throw it in the east river and forget it completely.
should i fight for it or surrender it weakly?
shape him into the man i want him to be,
or give up and move onto the next fish in the sea.
he confuses the hell out of me,
that’s the one thing i cannot deny.
he causes this insecurity and confidence,
this hope, and yet at the same time, this fear.
if only i knew where his intentions lay.
if only i could decode his mind,
to find the way into his heart.
so, i ask myself hour after hour,
day after day, do i want him or not?