A Gift From Me To You...

I remember the day we first met.
I didn’t really know myself, but
you slowly helped me discover
me. You showed me something new,
and I didn’t think I’ll ever be able
to repay you, but all I could do
was love you like you did me.

As we feel deeper in love, I fell
deeper into knowing myself. I
started to change just a little bit.
I used to need you to smile, but
now that I don’t it feels like you’re
pulling away from me.

Would you love me if I was more
insecure? Would you wanna pull
me closer? Would you want to love
me just a little bit longer? Sometimes
I’ll wake up and it’s like you’re not even
in the same bed as me. Each time I feel
that you’re no longer in love with
me is the moment I feel more and more
Insecure. I’m afraid to just get up
and leave because I could be wrong, and
then I would have to question myself
on why I left. Is it that I love me a little
bit more or is it because I’m still insecure?

You don’t hold my hand like you used
to. We don’t smile at each other like
we used to do. I remember the day I
woke up and you were still there, and
now it feels like I’m just waiting for
the morning when I wake up and you
won’t be there.

I never said you didn’t make me
smile, I’m just able to smile more
on my own. You gave me so much
I just needed to give some more to
myself. I never stopped loving you, and
only you could make me feel like this.

Would you love me If I was more
insecure? Would you wanna pull
me closer? Would you want to love
me just a little bit longer? Sometimes
I’ll wake up and it’s like you’re not even
in the same bed as me. Each time I feel
that you’re no longer in love with
me is the moment I feel more and more
Insecure. I never stopped loving you,
but it’s like as soon as I started to love me
more was the moment you started to
love and need me less. It was the moment
I became so insecure.

At night, I begin to let my mind
wander as I let my heart begin to
think instead of feel. I usually end up
in the bathroom on the floor thinking
what the hell am I doing? Do I still
love you? Do I still love me more? Do
I need to love you a little bit more?
I can’t stop thinking about waking up and
you’re not there in the morning.
I repeat constantly to myself as I ask myself
do I need to be a little more insecure?


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