I Might Pull Through

I could sing this song to you, but
It'd only make me look selfish.
Then again, I haven't been truly happy...
Until the day I saw your face.

Like lightning, your kiss shot through
Me.
Like a ring master, your touch controlled
Me.

But how long will this last?
What does this mean; I'm expendable?
My feelings matter? Really?

You became important, more than that,
The day I understood you. And I guess
When you understood me, if you do, I became
Someone. Someone.
Another to the list.

Thoughts of you, happy, attempting to be, with
Him, makes it
Hard to finish this. but I will bare.
I will fucking pull through.

One thing I hate most is
Not being the one you crave to have
In your arms.
Another is not being able
To tell you.

This only makes me wonder:
How much did that day mean to
You?