i know you think you love me,
and on some level, i'm sure you do.
but it doesn't burn you up inside,
not like how i love you.
when i see how you don't need me,
while i've yet to catch my breath,
i can feel my heartbeat fading,
as it sinks lower in my chest.
and then i think about her.
and my vision clouds with doubt.
maybe one day you'll get lonely,
and i won't be around.
what if while i was missing you,
thinking you didn't have the time,
you were busy texting her,
and she was stealing what was mine?
i refuse to live in loneliness.
not again, not like before.
i'm tired of being jealous,
sick of feeling insecure.
because, whether you're gone a minute,
or an hour,
or a day,
i miss you every second,
and just wished you felt that way.