He Loves Me

He loves me he loves me not, my stomach tied up in knots I hate this insecure feeling, in my mind cheating thoughts are reeling, like a movie or stage play, where I’m the leading character that’s hoping that it’s happily ever after, instead she finds another broken heart, caused by a man who’s actions tore her apart, eyes welling up from the tears, trying to push away all her fears or mine I should probably confess, how the thought of being in love has me a mess, not again here I go around, this foolish merry go round, he loves me he loves me not, wondering if this time it was worth the shot, or if once again my heart will be bruised, the one who ends up feeling like a fool.

 

He loves me he loves me not, my stomach tied up in knots at the very thought of him being with another, that I’m somehow not his ideal lover, that I’m too insecure or maybe even crazy, Or that he’ll find out I’m stingy and lazy, when it comes to certain things, that my mind always has a melody to sing, even I’m the only one who knows the words, What if what I’m feeling is absurd, these thoughts just a cruel trick, wishing I could erase them with a quick swish, poof be gone all these insecure thoughts that are in my head, please let me just lay down and go to bed.

 

He loves me he loves me not, my stomach tied up in knots as I pray that my worst fear, will not soon be revealed, that I’ve manifested this thought into reality, and it would be true that he left me, he went back to his life, with his children and his wife, used to help him get over a feeling, of longing for what he’s been really needin’ love, it was all he wanted, instead I kept it from him

I love him, I love him not

I love him

Reviews

[Brianna Brie]

This says it all for me. All to well I know that uncertain feeling. Well done.