I’ll Come Running

I am sad that you had nothing to say back to me.
I’m not talking of importance. I’m talking at all.

Maybe it’s just stupid of me to hope
for something better than before.
I keep reminding myself
"No obligation. He has no obligation."
But on another hand I feel he does, because he knows I love him.

THERE. Now I even admitted it here.
I hope he’s fucking happy about it.

He’s an ass, inconsiderate and sometimes just downright cruel
but I love him to pieces. All I want to do is be with him and have the
fat, happy, old kind of love.

Why do I do this to myself?