Enough

Do you remember the first time you told me you loved me? We were kids. I remember tearing up in the middle of a classroom. It was written into the pages of a yearbook like those words were small and insignificant Not enough to stop my heart But they did. Stop my heart Because I knew when I said I love you back it would mean something different Something softer and sweeter Not as raw Not as true Because I never remember being In love with you But I do remember always loving you more. More than you loved me. I always knew this. And yet I stayed. For all the times you held me and told me I mattered to you and that you cared They were enough to cover the times you left me alone. And sad. Right? Wrong. Maybe I'm dramatic and maybe im wrong. Maybe you do love me as much as I love you. But actions speak louder than words And I've shaken buildings at their very core for you. What have you done? And no. I don't expect the world. I just. Expect. Something. Anything. And maybe that's crazy. It sounds like I AM in love with you. Or, I'm just tired of giving my all to people who give me twenty-five percent. Enough to keep my heart beating. But not enough to keep me alive. And yes. There is a difference. Sincerely, The girl you forget until you're bored