Sometimes I don't understand you.
Sometimes you say things,
but don't necessarily act like what you say is true.

Sometimes...
You'll say you love me,
and your favorite thing to do is talk to me.
We'll speak all day and I will be so happy.
We talk about life, each other, our love, us.
Nothing could be better.

Other times...
You are short and not very talkative.
You put distance between us,
and I can actually feel it.
Nothing has to go wrong,
you just wake up and are this way.
Everything is different.
What happened that's making you stray?

I know it's not me.
It's someone else who hurt you.
And you can't get them out of your mind,
out of your heart.
You dwell on them and it rips us apart.

When will you see that I am the one for you,
making all the efforts for your happiness.
When will you realize that I give my all to you,
and that even just a little bit of you is
so satisfying.

It's hard for me to keep going on with this.
I need reciprocity.
I need care.
I need to be shown that you'll be there.
And that you want to be.
I am afraid that this is all **too much for me.