I’m an over thinker. You tell me you love me, you love me, you are in love with me. But when you work late I question if there’s someone else. You tell me my eyes are the ocean you are happily drowning in and when you hold me at night skin to skin you feel like you are finally home. But I’ll feel your hold start to loosen and when I keep questioning your words I see your eyes start to distance and you stop trying to convince me that I am still your sun and moon and all the stars in the sky. I don’t like myself very much, so it’s hard for me to believe anyone else does either.