“I kinda feel”
the beginnings of arguments too often start off that way
well fuck how I feel
it’s a bad gauge of realness
and I would like love where facts are in play
can You honestly confess that You remember me
with all of the other lovers that You see?
But oh my God, if I hold on, will I be one You keep?
Oh, mercy me, when You hold me it’s knee jerk
You require that “no work is due”
How can it be?
Is there room in Your home for a man that feels prone to fall through
can you honestly expect me to confess that we’re a good fit,
or I’m worth the work it takes
But oh my God, if You hold on,
You will find I’m glad You stayed