I Can't Read You

What exactly are you to me?

Something to love forever,

Or something to fade away?

Something to care for in eternity,

Or something to leave?

If you are like a flower to me,

Will you wilt if I do something wrong?

Or are you like the stubborn person I know,

Getting back up?

Or are you something different?

I wouldn’t know.

I can’t read you.

Is everything a front?

I don’t know what to believe and what not to

I don’t know if a completely trust you

But is it worth it to take the risk?

I say yes it is.

Sometimes, I feel that even if I am betrayed by you,

I’ll still think of you first.

What am I to you?

I can’t read your eyes

They go too deep for even me to follow

It’s like they’ve seen things that no-one should have to see

I wouldn’t know.

I don’t know.

I can’t read you.