Wonder

Sometimes I wonder if you don’t see it 

Or maybe you don’t want me 

Maybe you hate the idea of being loved by someone like me 

Maybe touching me isn’t as thrilling for you 

I wonder if my love disgusts you 

That you wish for nothing else but for me to stop 

I wonder if I make a fool of myself every time you make me smile 

Or maybe just maybe you love my crooked teeth 

Maybe you love that I hold you a bit tighter and longer every time 

Maybe you love how hopelessly I adore you 

Maybe you wonder if I miss you 

Maybe you think of what we could be too.