killing me slowly
yet giving me air
making me happy
but filling me with despair.

I love what we are
and I hate what we aren't
this thing that we have
is tearing me apart.

I cant decide
whether its real or its fake
I'm sick of the questioning
yet leaving would be a mistake.

although I'm aware that
this love is probably true
I still have a sickening feeling
like I have the flu

but I think I plan
to stay around for a while
maybe one day you will
walk me down the aisle.