I would prefer you,
To be a little less condescending,
A little less manipulative,
To please just stop pretending,
Or tell me what is real.
I would prefer you,
To actually hear me when I speak,
Or feel enough to make you weak,
Or tell me when something is wrong,
And not drag it out for so damn long.
I would prefer you,
To try to make things right,
Try to get me to just stay still,
Try not to start a fight,
Or to actually hold on until
I can stand on my own.
I would prefer you,
To make something of yourself,
To try just a little harder,
To push yourself farther,
To motivate you when I can’t,
Or just put some effort into something, anything.
I would prefer you,
To be a little less self involved,
To pick up the phone when I’ve actually called,
To avoid the messy things,
To clean up your own mess,
And not make one for me.
I would prefer you,
To hold your own,
To start a new life,
To build something you can share (but not with me),
To not try to drag others down,
Because one day, you’ll find, I’m no longer around.
