Dearest you,

all this time i've been waiting. typing and backspacing every single thought that's crossed my head laying in that bed,

wondering if you're backspacing me out of your life.

every single night, you look at me like you are looking at another.

an actress, that's what i am now.

anything baby, to make you "happy." i'm losing you (me?), bit by bit, piece by piece.

s-l--o---w-----ly.

you say im beautiful, but baby, why don't i feel that way?

why is that that every single time you look at me with those hungry drunk eyes, i see you look through me and not at me?

why, oh darling.

you know you "own" me and you never let me forget. do i love you more or only?

i'm changing, for you. becoming this person you see in me every night.

because, anything baby, to make you "happy"