I asked you for the fifth time today
if you really loved me.
You told me to stop asking
that it was something
I should know.

But I can’t help it.

I’ve spent my whole life
being reused and replaced
it’s hard to know whether “I love you”
means forever or for now.

I’m sorry that I ask so often
because every time I do
I remember that
people these days are so quick
to replace things that are broken
I wouldn’t blame you
for doing the same.

You see I have always loved more
and so I am terrified of loving
but terrified of not having you.

For these reasons
I need to know
that you love me
that you think of me
that you even
remember me
at all.

- Five by LeahJuliett (via be-free-barbie)