I felt him slipping through my hands. I quickly grasp my fingers together, trying to hold him still. I'm losing him. I love him. Does he love me? Is he getting burned out on my taste? I spice things up but will he care to try again? My chest hurts. When I lie down, I feel my heart sinking to my back. Deep down. I miss him. I miss the way he used to love me. I remember when he'd look into my eyes, his love was full and satisfied but now... he's looking for substitutes. When did I become "not enough"?
