Rhetorical

all of your things you keep on me about
new rhetorical questions; words you say
what do we speak of when we speak of the ones we think of?

you hold my head in the water, hoping I can see where you are standing
and as my eyes are shut; there is no point in seeing it
as I open my eyes, it always seems to end the same

just because you ran away
just because you ran before I knew
you said I was just a little boy

in the hell where I grew up
I was told that love is patient and understanding
what do you speak of when you speak of the one you love?

I fall every time you bait the snare
dealing these words,
I know you don't care

when you create distance,
you refine all the circles that create this line
and you keep spreading yourself further away from me

like you always hoped,
I'm becoming faker by the drop of your feet
especially when you leave me when I am hoping to be where you are

if only you knew what I feel like waiting to see you
you would see eye to eye with me
if you said be there at ten, I'd be there at the drop of a dime

but my two cents never save you