I might like you

I cry in movies
but at home I don't dare to

whatever you expect of me,
that's what I'm not
whatever you want of me
you aren't maybe getting anyway

I might call you tomorrow,
ask if you'd like to see me
If you want to kiss
my neck in the doorway

or then I'll brew some coffee
just ignoring and I'll forget
black, with milk, cold, hot
I'll drink it anyhow