Save me from myself

“i tell myself again and again and again that you’re not tired of me and that it’s all in my head but im a fucking mess and i feel it in my chest and in the way you say my name that maybe you are done with me but I’ve always been the overreacting type so im sorry if i can’t seem to stop my hands from shaking when i think about you with someone else who isn’t me because you got bored and decided that i wasn’t enough and im sorry if i can’t seem to stop myself from asking if im too much because being afraid of people leaving is all i’ve ever known when it came down to loving someone so please bear with me and please don’t get tired of me i swear i love you your name runs through my veins and your voice rings through my ears so fucking loud that it’s hard not to think about you and the way you hold my heart in your hands i’m just a mess with too many thoughts but i promise i’m trying not to be”

“I know. I’m very hard to talk to. I realize that.”