And That Why

That’s why you ain’t mine, you not there when i need you until you chanced to, yet complain to me you want more. That’s how it always starts, who’s stopping anyone from doing what they want, without considering how others might feel? did you ask if it’s OK just to test me, or you’re trying find out if you can control me? That said already, what else is there to talk about? You keep reminding me that i don’t own you, we’re not married, well you’re a person not a property, so no one ever will, that’s why i try not telling you what to do, yet you complain... why are you been nice lately, can’t you see you’re not behaving proper? Actions tell when words say nothing, why are we together? What exactly am i to you? you like the questions, but can’t precisely say why you love me? That never settled nothing but made things worse, just what i was avoiding, i don’t know how else to explain this, but do remember if it’s someone else’s, be thankful when they can, and i understand too when they can’t, or know better when not to, before you ask. That’s why they say i ain’t nice, they want me to pretend things are fine, when they’re not. i know this for sure, that’s why...