I don't want to

You speak to me of ungentle words;

Yet I still listen to you.

You give me reasons to leave you;

But I always choose not to.

You always come late;

And I still wait for you.

Even in times, you are not yourself;

I know you'd still be back, too.

In times of trouble, I can't run to you;

Now, I'll try to walk everything to you,

I'll try to stop being cruel to you,

I'll try and try until I am used to,

Used from always giving the crown to you.

In fights, I can't even speak for myself,

I can't even look, can't even move.

But, did you hear my complaints to you?

I always accept the fact that you are you,

And everything about yourself is my reason onloving you.

So, why would I stop if I don't know how to?

So why would I stop if I really don't want to?

  

*I made this a long time ago, and I already forgot to whom I dedicated this.*