How do you know that "I love you" is true?
The soft words on my lips,
never passed towards anyone before
now given to him; but sometimes, he won't respond
and nearly always, I must be the first one to speak them
He returns with silence when he's numb, troubled,
consumed in his own darkness
I understand why- but it still brings me fear
A shiver through my core, static in my head
I don't believe he understands how special he is to me,
or how important my "I love you" means
And I wonder, does he love me?
Does he love me in his darkness, does he love me enough to save me* from mine?
Will all of the times I've worked hard to be his light
*become meaningless?