4+4, 1, 6+2

Am I so used to getting my way?
How improbable or rather problematic
I wish I could see you
speak to you
feel you and understand your heart
I think about you now so often and try to hide it
where are all of the safe thoughts that I tried to bid
To keep you in-- the things you did wrong.
Safer then all of the thoughts I entertain now
The way I thought we would always keep house
What are you doing now?
Where is all your favorable good lust for me?
All of the hype I love to be kept in?
aren't you still mad at me?
I wish you would be. Instead you come knocking at my door
And don't even answer your own.
Yes, this is about you.