Maybe It'Ll Be Better If You Tell Me You Don'T Love Me. Poem by Desiree Whitamore

yesterday was too soon
too soon to hear your voice
and i guess it counts for something
when i don't accept your choice.

but its like a car accident
and i've got that rubber neck
and you've got me at the scene
and our love is like that wreck

when everything is falling apart
and that cd is playing loud
and you've got the wheel while
you shoot me down

its like we're happy then
and i could still be happy now
the shock will lessen soon
but you're not around

i can still hear the song
i can still see your face
i know the words in progress
when we fell out of place

i've got the scars to show
i've got burn marks on my heart
you say you still love me
but that wasn't smart

now i look back at our life
i see where it all went wrong
you fell too slowly when
i've loved you all along

what started with disaster
ended with a dial tone
i know you've got all the right intentions
but i can't pick up the phone

i see you calling me
like you never tore me apart
i hear your joyful voice
like you never snapped my heart

you wanna be friends.
you think thats whats best
and you've done everything to
make sure its how it is.

you're doing all the old stuff
the stuff that made me smile
but you're just holding off
on saying three words for awhile.

i thought i could handle it
do you still care about me?
if this just friends is gonna work
then i need to know everything.