Quite Like Me


Sometimes I sit and think of you.
Of all we’ve done and all we do.
I’m scared you may abandon me.
Is that so bad? Do you see?
That hurt has crept into my cup.
I want a life. I want an “us.”
I’m scared I may not be enough.
Is that so bad? Can you be my man?
If ever you leave without warning.
My chest will cave in.
You give me this feeling.
I often regretting noting.
There’s no one like you.
You’ve said this yourself many times.
As much as this is true.
You won’t find a love quite like mine.

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