Laying in his bed, looking up at the ceiling,
Wondering,
Pondering,
Asking yourself if this love is real,
Perhaps you are merely a lifeboat,
The one  that saved him from drowning himself in heartbreak,

You brought him back to life,
Making him whole again,
Or so you thought

Doubt is an ugly creature,
Insecurity is his destructive sibling,
You love,
But does he?

So many nights you lay awake,
Attempting to make sense of it all,
Trying to find a sure answer,
But no such thing ever comes.

After all the arguments,
When his words strike you down,
Like lightning in some massive storm,
You learn to keep such pain to yourself,
Fearing that you will anger him once again,
As he sits on his throne,
Talking of boredom,
You try to be the court jester,
So that his fickle love does not leave once again

He does not hear...