Sweet Nothings

“She’s prettier than me,”
I whisper, my insecurities eating me away.

“Not to me,”
you whisper back.
I almost forgot you were here
with me.

Your lips catch mine
and I seem to fade away.

She’s prettier than me,
and you are too.
But I love you
and I’m too selfish to let go.

Please let me go
so I can drown alone.