Sometimes you talk to me

As if I’m just your friend.

As if you’re telling me how your life was before me,

Just to remind me that I’m not enough and I never will be.

You talk about her as if she’s still in your life,

Is she?

Is she still the World you’re revolving around?

Will I ever be loved by you as much as you loved her?

***

False promises and tainted truths.

That’s all I receive,

All I’m forced to believe.

You told me before she was your first and most powerful love,

And I sat there and smiled,

Sat there and dreamed that it would be us,

We would be as inseparable as you two were.

***

If I reminded you of all the throw-away comments you say,

Of my worries and my perception of you,

We’d never stop fighting.

You’d be crushed by my words.

So since the first day that I met you,

I’ve bit my tongue,

And held back any negativity.

Because,

I feel we might just work out,

But then again,

I’ve never experienced anything like this before.

***

Maybe I am naive,

Maybe this new experience,

New world,

Is all too much for me to handle,

And love isn’t all I thought it would be.