What happens when you leave?
I don't need you,
but I want you.
I like how I am when I'm with you.

I don't want to pick up the pieces of my broken heart,
yet again.
But I know that everything is fleeting,
especially us.

I will always ask you to love me in the morning,
as sleep coats your mind I will beg for reassurance.
I need to know that when I wake up you will be there,
kissing my forehead,
and telling me that you still love me.