Sometimes there is words unspoken, thoughts left open
Almost as if you could opt in to hear out all leftover options,
And sort them out, optionally. Maybe even rationally, because
Obviously there isn’t an auction of feelings here, there never was.
With you, all I see now is obstructions . There always was
This tiny tingle in my gut telling me to respect myself
And move along. A long time ago I listened but
Now what? Now that you’re standing here and expect me
Again and again to just remember that, between the lines
it said this contract was never to be broken. I know, we wrote it.
And over time I will surely realize why I still sense your resentment.
Because you never made it hard on me, now did you?