the answer to why, is because. why? because.

why am i still here? because.
why do i put up with you? because.
why am i crazy over you? because.
why am i tempted to leave? because.
why am i hurt? because.
why do i feel selfish? because.

because is the only answer that gives justice;
for if you look closer, the only real answer
to every possible question, would be because.

because you.

if you're reading this, i know i've gone through this path before.
i don't know if it changes anything, i don't know what it is that WE have.

i still could not understand. maybe that's part of the reason why i keep coming back.
i'm getting tired, but i'm not giving up. just that, i want to let you know that i want nothing, except you. just to make that clear. perfectly clear.

i want to talk, but not because you're feeling bad or guilty about anything. i don't need your guilt feelings. i need you. i need to know that you want to talk to me. and not because of anything else.

i remain yaya.

(I have a theory: maybe "yaya" was coined because yayas only say "yeah yeah" or plainly "yes" to their charges. maybe i'm just that?)