The Other Person Is You

I close my eyes,
and hold my breath,
and hope you'll disappear...
And it wont be up to me
to tell you I don’t want you here.
my confidence is shaken,
my will is less than strong,
but if I choose to keep you
ill know the choice was wrong.
I hold you now so tightly,
Afraid you'll slip away,
But it would have done us better
had you slipped off yesterday.
It drives me mad to think of you,
to love and hate you so...
It makes me wish you’d have your fill
And pack your things and go.