[65] Patches


Pretending it isn’t there
Didn’t hide it from me,
Doesn’t make it go away,
Won’t make you feel better.

Patching up the little lies
With silence or denial
Thinking while I’ll overlook
These little holes again?

I want you to tell me
Even if the problem is me
Because I assume the worst
When I’ve nothing else to go with.

I never forced you to stay;
But you don’t see it that way.