Tell me you adore me.
Better yet, tell me you love me.
Tell me you want me.
Better yet, tell me you need me.
Tell me I'm your's.
Tell me you're mine.

I know I've made my share of mistakes.
Which, in turn, caused your heart to ache.

Maybe you'll leave.
But what could that possibly achieve?

Maybe I'll learn.
And maybe you won't return.

I often contemplate how you could love such a *****.
So many feelings mixed in.