akaCLL

most times when i am like this i feel like i could give everyone the world,
every part of me they asked for or needed,
every part they didn't ask for and didn't need,
i would give you everything
not because i love you
but because sometimes, these times, i just give.
but i wonder why i seem to expect something in return,
your lacklustre response seeps through my skin
and i wished i had never expressed my existence,
in my giving.
i wish i had hidden from view
behind that sliver of a moon
and i wish i did not say that i thought of you.
because this is too much and perhaps you do not know what to do with me.
i cannot blame you because these times
most times i don't either.