I'm not used to all of this,
But in a good way.

Pathetic, yes,
But it's different.
I'm not scared anymore.
Being left after everything,
It messes you up.
Don't leave me now,
I can't handle it.
My heart is the clock within my chest,
Counting out the minutes until you're here
Again.
"Who's going to stay here forever?"
"You are."
"Who's going to love you forever?"
"You are."
"Who is going to buy you a diamond ring?"

I'm not used to all of this,
But in a good way.