I want to be worried about.

Not in the "she'll do something reckless" way.

But in the:

Did I say that right?
Does she like me back?
Does she love me back?
Would it be weird to text her and tell her I had a good time?
Even though I just saw her is it weird to call?
I miss her voice, does she miss mine?
Do I need to tell her I love her more?
Am I telling her I love her too much?
Does she miss me?

kind of way.

They always compare love to a burning fire
And say, " you ignited my heart into flames"
But you were the frozen furnace
The ancient stove that no one ever bothered to heat up
You were cold down to the core and I had electrical heat running through my veins
And everytime I touched you you gave me frostbite
I tried so hard but you were too numb
And sooner or later,
I ran out of match sticks to keep this pathetic excuse of a fire alive
Because I was the forest fire and your were the water that drowned me

Here I am making excuses for you.
Saying:
             He didn't know I was there.
             He didn't see me walk by.
             He didn't get my text.
             He didn't have a good day.
             He didn't have a day off this week.
No longer am I making excuses for you.
So here's what I am saying:
             You didn't try hard enough.

This sorrow
this confusion
this loneliness
is no where near ideal

but
      it
         makes
                    the
                          best
                                 poetry.

I wonder what your motive was
for killing me
for leaving me to just my thoughts
for being the hand that crushed my heart.

I died
and I have no idea what for.