I don’t think it’s you
It’s this part of me that wants to be so deeply loved, regardless of how much it hurts
So that one day I could believe that I am more than enough.
I want you because you make me feel wanted but it’s not the kind that you feel sure of, it’s the kind that you have to remind yourself every single ******* day that’s it’ll be here, it’ll stay if you're good enough
But how much do you give to be enough?
When all you’ve ever done was be there, be here, believe that it’ll always be this good
But will it?
When will you see that this isn’t the kind of love you want
This isn’t the kind that’s underneath all the chaos, it’s what feeds all this chaos in your head
It’s what makes the pounding in your head louder than it needs to be
It’s the kind that feeds off what little love you have left for yourself
The constant reminder that this will never last because it’s you and you don’t deserve this
Or do you?