If I could forever be
that playful gal haunting
your waking hours,
if I could stay careless
and cocky and always
offending your ego
because we both know
it's grown too big from
endless games anyway,
if I only could stay
desire and desiring
and not become longing
for words that are not sung.
But I cannot stop myself
from caring, and I don't
want to.
If only I could stop myself
from losing myself
in serious thoughts,
you'd still like me.
You'd still care.