One or the Other…

Perhaps we’re just two more teenagers

who think we’re better

and have something to offer each other

I’ve always been a good liar

at least to others

so perhaps nothing you do hurts me

I just make it

or maybe we’re both lost in a moment

a fresh experience

that makes us blind

we’ve possibly spent months trying hard

to keep ourselves, or each other, or both

fooled, kept from loneliness

I’ll see you sometime

and these thoughts I’ve never thought before

may make more sense then

I either love you or hate you.