What makes you think that I don’t need affection?
What makes you believe that I don’t see your actions as rejection?
When did I ever say that I don’t want your love?
When did you decide that I don’t deserve your hugs?
How do you sleep without knowing how I am?
How do you make it through the day without hearing my voice?
When will you see that if you let me I’d give you all I am?
When will you see that I’ve always given you a choice?
What makes you think that I’ll still be here tomorrow?
What makes you think that I enjoy the depth of this sorrow?
When will you realize that I am safer loving you from a distance?
When will you realize that you’ve been staging silent resistance?