After all that thinking, no
no, don't go,
don't leave me.
Though it'll ache when you talk about her,
though it'll hurt when I see you with her,
though I know why you couldn't meet me,
it's all because of her,
no, don't go, don't leave.
I'll enjoy that temporary bliss,
pretend I don't know anything
I'll be delusional,
thinking I'm that special one and only
I'll hurt myself slowly,
kill myself over this invisible toxic,
but
no, don't go, don't leave.
It'll ruin me when I know I'm attended to the last,
It'll collapse when I wait for your reply,
but I would do it.
Just don't go, don't leave.
I can't bear to be emotionally
empty,
