Poetry of Me

88. More About You

Leaving someone you're still in love with,

Is one of the hardest things to do.

But the more I think about us,

The less I seem to know about you.

What's your favorite color?

What's your middle name?

What do you want for the future?

Is what I want the same?

And the more I think about you,

What do you know about me?

My middle name is Elizabeth.

My favorite color is pink.

I can tell you the things I do know.

Like all the reasons I love you.

Your humor, intelligence, fiery emotions.

And your eyes, I love the soft, clear blue.

The way you sometimes say my name,

Your unparalleled ways with words.

All the lines I'd heard before.

And all the lines I haven't heard.

I love the way we rarely fight,

And you never lash out at me.

And even when you're vulnerable,

You're not afraid to let me see.

You've seen me at my worst,

Exhausted, frustrated, and sick.

All the times you could've run,

You stayed and learned what made me tick.

I suppose I may have been a mystery,

But why are you staying now?

It may be time to walk away,

But I don't really know how.

We've started arguing more,

You started caring less.

I don't know what happened, or really what we're doing,

But I can't keep doing this.