You don’t understand.
I’m not worried
that you are going to break up with me.
You are holding me while I cry,
as we talk about our future.
You tell me nothing has been decided.
You tell me that it’s going to be okay.
But you just don’t understand.

This was all I ever wanted –
you and I back together.
But now that I have it,
I’m not sure I want it.
It’s not making me happy.
So, you just don’t understand.
I’m not worried
that you might break up with me,
I’m worried that I might break up with you.