I look at her,
And I wonder.
Something inside, breaks,
Or does it get repaired?
The incessant question,
Never cease to bang.
Thump. Crash.
Boom. Splash.
Do I? Or don't I?
It makes me sad,
The confusion, the instability;
Frivolously sad.
And you? Do you even care?
Do you even know?
Do you care to know?
Are you aware,
Of the many times where,
You've lifted me up,
And pulled me down,
And down again, deeper still,
Further more.
Does she know? Does she wonder,
Like I did?
Like I do?
I bet she does.
I bet she is,
Going through it all,
Like I did.
Questions, never ending,
Never beginning.
I look at her, and pity,
Myself perhaps?
Or maybe him?
And something breaks, yet again,
Deep inside, us,
All the three.
