Waiting

"Please stop loving me,"
I hope is not said
"I am none of these things,
the things inside your head."

I think I've reached that point
Where every word that I write
Every thought in the day
Every voice in the night
Every dream that she is in
Brings no joy to me
But still I can't let go of her
I can't abandon quietly
It could turn out all right
It could turn out all wrong
Whichever, I hope it does
Before it's all the same old song

The eight Kass poem.

This one was inspired by, and writtin similar to, the song, "End", by The Cure.
I wrote this one in college.
If memory serves, I wrote it in the lobby of the gym while waiting for self-defense class.
I'm sure there's something poetically appropriate about that.