i tell myself again and again and again
that you’re not tired of me
and that it’s all in my head

but im a fucking mess and i feel it in my chest and in the way you say my name

that maybe you are done with me
but I’ve always been the overreacting type

so im sorry if i can’t seem to stop
my hands from shaking
when i think about you with someone else
who isn’t me because you got bored
and decided that i wasn’t enough

and im sorry if i can’t seem to stop
myself from asking if im too much
because being afraid of people leaving
is all i’ve ever known when it came down to loving someone

so please bear with me
and please don’t get tired of me
i swear i love you your name runs through my veins and your voice rings through my ears so fucking loud
that it’s hard not to think about you and the way you hold my heart in your hands

i’m just a mess with too many thoughts
but i promise i’m trying not to be