You'll Be the Death of Me

Was I not enough?
Am I still not enough?
Not enough that my withered heart had to be stabbed yet again?
You fell in love,
Again
With him.
So am I not enough?
Do I not give you what you long for?
You say you need me, want me
But you need him too?
But I stay
You’re not nearly enough, no
This pain?
Do I deserve it?
What have I done?
I’m truly that terrible
We’re star-crossed lovers
You are my soul
I am your toy
Either way, I’ll die
If I’m here it will be your hurt
If I’m no, it will be just that
I fear I give you the wrong impression by staying
Perhaps, you think it’s fine to cause pain
Because I stay
I take the pain with little complain
You’ll be the death of me