I know it’s selfish to ask you to stay
When I’m the only thing
You’d stay for.
But I, in all my greed,
Want nothing more
Than to demand you never leave.
And I know you, with your pity and sympathy,
Would mourn your choice,
But make it all the same.
I know that we’re never gonna be a thing, so I try not to grow any feelings towards you. But, once in a while, just when I’m not my best self, or when I’m not strong enough, I put myself to sleep picturing how extraordinary we could be together.
I find myself getting jealous. Like I want to say, “go have an adventure, go see the world!” But then in the back of my mind, I’m like “only with me though.” And I know that’s selfish, but it’s how I feel.