I gave when you asked.
I gave what you asked.
Nothing was given in return.
This is what it’s come down to,
You judging and punishing,
Without questioning.
How can you just see right through me?
Is it good or bad that you can?
“How can you love someone who hates you?”
“Why do you try and feel accepted?”
“Why do you stay with me?”
This is what you ask,
And my answers are,
“I just do. I can’t control it.”
“Because I know I soon will be.”
“Because I love you.”
It may be awhile but I know,
Soon you’ll love me too.
That’s why I stay.
That’s why I try and feel accepted.
Why I love someone who hates me.
And why I gave when and what you asked.
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