MAYBE I DON'T ACTUALLY LOVE YOU

Maybe I don't love you really,

Perhaps this strong, warm sensation,

That has your name all over it,

Is just my imagination.



Maybe I don't love you at all,

Perhaps this longing that I feel,

That wants your hands all over it,

Isn't in the slightest bit real.



Maybe I don't really love you,

Perhaps this aching in my soul,

That wants your love to care for it,

Is absolutely fictional.



Maybe this wave of wretchedness,

That hits me every time you go,

Is just a non-existent surge;


But I don't flaming well think so.





Around 2004