no longer

is this really all i am?
i can't sum myself up
but i seem to be far less
than anyone else i see
and for some strange reason
i no longer want to be just me

you told her you wouldn't hate me
if i only told the truth
but you no longer sit on my lap
no longer lock eyes with me
as your fingertips trace my jaw line
and no longer let me make you laugh

and if i say i love you
will you stick around?
or run away like
all the other times
when life got too complex for you
too hard for you to bare

you seem to no longer care
seem to not want it back
nor want to move on through
and if you keep life waiting
and run away each time
no longer will it stay for you
and no longer will it prove
that life is still worth living
that love can and will be there
when you finally find the place
where you wish to stay and care

but know this;
if you run away again
i'm not sure if you care
but when you finally come back
i may be no longer here

Author's Note

I fully appreciate reviews, especially when they tear apart my work in an attempt to make it better. Rip, tea, break it down. Tell me how you do not like it, how to make it better. I want your opinion. Truly.