I am hardly in the mood for proper punctuation...

Today it rained

and today I worked
and today I worried

Do I ask too many questions?
Do I ask too much of you?
Are you truly happy?

Or do you simply feign happiness,
as I have,
far too many times?

And every time you drift away
I panic,
although I'm guilty of
the exact same tendency.

Will you stick around
every time my feathers are ruffled,
every time I'm startled and flit off,
will you wait for me to come back,
and alight near you?

You promise its true
every time you softly pour out
those three words

but I've been promised before
and left with broken wings
and broken hopes.

You're different
I know you're different

I can feel it
and I wish and hope and pray
that I'm right.