You can't blame me if sometimes, I wonder...
If there should be other love meant for you, by another.
If you'd prefer the touch of someone rather than mine,
If you still think of her, all this time.

As I meet your nonchalant eyes, blatantly.
As I brush my fingertips through your skin, profusely.
Combing your hair with my shaky hands and shivering arms.
Wondering if you could at least see me, for once.

Thoughts circulating about all of the things we could have been.
Burdened by the reality of what you've shared together, things we'll never be.
Struggling to compete to the ghost of your past
Just as to stop its haunting and make our love last.

Trying so hard to regain your trust, time and time again.
Pulling your arm towards me so we could be with each other again.
Making you feel all my love and all that belongs to you
Will I ever be enough, even if I am not her?

*"Answer me, will you?"