I hope someday
When I ask that someone
"Why do you love me?"
They'll respond with:
"It's the light in your eyes when you write" or
"Because of the way you walk to the bathroom when you have to *** at 2am" or even
"Because you make me a better version of myself"

Because right now
When I ask you
You obviously have any idea why

And I guess that's fine
But I wish you could tell me
What makes you keep
Coming back.

Because I think
Someday
You'll wake up
And realize that there's no reason
For you to love me anymore
And then you'll be gone

And I'll be left with
An unreasonable sense
That I'm unloveable