I think I might be a little obsessive.
I’m too insecure to trust that the people in my life will stay in my life.
I am dependent and reliant on other people,
not necessarily to bring me happiness, but just ... to be there.

I guess that’s what happens when you grow up alone.

I’ve had friends come in and out of my life,
a father who came and went like seasons,
and really, no one truly there for me.
But I was there for them.

I am selfless to the people that I don’t want to lose.
I will do whatever it takes to keep those people in my life.
Is that healthy? Is it healthy to be so worried about being alone?
Because that’s my biggest fear. I don’t want to be alone.
As much as I prefer solitude, I need someone, someone, to be there.
Just there.

I think I love too easily, or I love too much. Maybe both.
Once that line is connected, I won’t let go.
I am possessive, I am slightly jealous.
I think I love too easily, or I love too much.
Maybe both but, no one loves me back.

I guess love has many interpretations.

I don’t know what kind of love I have in me,
But I know that it’s strong - much stronger than I am.
I know I have enough in me to love the world.
I know I have enough in me. Too much in me.

How cliche: a girl with too much love
and nowhere to put it,
nothing to do with it,
no one to give it to.

And I’d like to give it away,
despite my heart’s apprehensions.
I just have so much
and I don’t know what to do with it.

Is that healthy?