I've known about you for a while now.
When he leaves me, he wears a smile.
As soon as he's away from me, in your arms is where he wants to be.
But you're the one he rushes home to.
You're the one he gave his name to.
I never see his face in the early morning light.
You have his mornings , his day times,
and sometimes I have his nights.
But does he love you?
Like he loves me?
Does he think of you when he's holding me?
Does he whisper all his fantasies?
Do he love you like he's been loving me?
But when he's with me, he says he needs me.
That he wants me. That he believes me.
And when I'm in his arms,
he swears there's no one else.
Is he deceiving me?
Or am I deceiving myself?
I should not lose my temper.
I should not be ashamed.
I have everything to lose.
I have nothing to gain.
He calls her his girl.
He doesn't love me.
He probably never will.
He likes what I can do for him.
And so do I.
But I'm connected.
Physically, and emotionally.
I just might love him.
And it's going to kill me.
