The Problem Is Me.

I love you. 
I think. 
You love me. 
I doubt it. 

You tell me you love me,
But I can't believe you,
It's easy to see,
I need more clues. 

More answers,
I need more clarity,
More detail,
Not just another love parody. 

You'll call me to see if I'm okay,
And I love the sound of your voice,
I'd listen to it every fucking day,
If only I had the choice.

I want you to feel the same as I,
But the word love,
You can use faster than the blink of an eye,
Always saying I'm above. 

You say I'm gorgeous,
Tell me all these sweet things,
You make me flourish,
But, the truth I can't bring. 

I don't mean to be so down,
But you're so perfect,
Even when I frown,
You make me feel worth it. 

Is it real?
Or are you lying?
Do you even feel?
Or are you using me for a shoulder you can use for crying. 

I'll never leave,
I'll never run away,
You know that,
But, do you want me to stay?

I want to clench onto your words,
But I can't,
My heart's breaking into shards,
All I'm gonna do is rant..

Rant about how I feel,
The truth is though,
The real problem,
Is me. 

I can't believe you. 
And I don't know why.