I wait for you without even knowing
if you’ll be back or not,
I just hope that you’ll be back.
It hurts when you don’t come back,
I wish you would tell me
when you’re not coming back.
I hate having to confront you –
each confrontation leads to an argument.
You apologize but repeat
the same mistake more than once.
I try to turn a blind eye to everything
I try not to complain so much
because that’ll just push you away.
I apologize for being the way I am,
for always complaining
when I don’t like something,
for even hoping you won’t
repeat the same mistakes.
Trust me, I do try to not complain,
not be cold,
but unfortunately
I fail to hide my feelings.
I wish you could tell me
what I’m doing wrong.