i'd hate to know

i hate to know [you] and

i not just can and i DO

but DO you hate it TOO

with nervous intuition, why?

they like me for a good time:

soul-bound, sinner please-

served raw as delicate hors d'oeuvres.

sometimes i love and I can

be loved more. i find anymore

there are changes i never knew of.

where is there? no need

to tease or joke,

seen for more, then nothing,

stay at home. drop-out

the time-line. clearly, conflict is in

within itself, life is more than

this is just a fight

for more- or for anything

for the heart's estranged hope,

a separate, secret person inside

hiding behind faces made-up.

seemingly different people,

but it's just you. that is all-

i don't have two, nor do you.

i want to like you,

try to earn your respect

because i respect you,

and then no more from you

once i show my heart, exposed.

that's what i'd hate to know [you].