Insecurity

When you look at me, do you see a fresh canvas?
When I look at you, I can tell you were already some kind of painting,
But it was wrong, and you needed to be rid of the stain -
When you hear me tell you I love you, do you hear something unique?
Or is it like a broken record
something you've heard so much before?

When you kiss me, do you feel the same, new sensation?
Or is this not foreign to you at all?

When your body's close to mine, are you doing this for fun?
Something you know you can get out of me,
Because I've said that you'll be that one?

Is this truly mutual? Or is this all just a repeat?
Am I a rebound? Or am I what I think?

How can someone so wonderful leave me with so many questions,
And disappear before I can ask?
How can someone so beautiful leave me so broken,
Even if there's nothing to worry about?

What am I doing?