Catch me on a good day and you only cross my mind once or twice,
A fleeting moment.
On a bad day, you are the only thing I can think about.

Why have I never been enough?
Why couldn’t I make you love me more?
Why won’t you let me go?
Why can I not let you go?

Sometimes, in the silence that passes between us, I wonder if I ever loved you at all.
Most of the time it feels like my heart is on fire and you’re the kerosene.
If that isn’t what love feels like, then I guess I’ve been a fucking fool.