You

I saw you the other day. You asked me if I still loved you, and you said you felt like maybe I didn't. I thought to myself: I don't love you, not the way that I used to. I said nothing.

It changes all the time. Some days I feel nothing, some days I feel much too much. I can't make it stop, can't get off the roller coaster ride.

And worst of all, I'm dragging you along behind me, you with all your love for me, you with all the things you say and do that just piss me off sometimes, but you with all your love, you're not even in the roller car.

You're tied to the back and bumping along on the tracks behind me.

I need to make up my mind.