Bipolar Much?

I Can Take Bullshit

Honestly?
I don't understand why I love you so much.
I can't tell if you're good for me or if you're tearing me apart, piece by piece.
Your love is my drug. I know that much.
I do love you.
I could tell you hundreds upon thousands upon millions of times that I love you.
And it still wouldn't be enough.
I just hope that you're good for me.
I hope and pray everyday that I'm good enough for you.
Just thinking about losing you turns me into an emotional wreck.
And that's just thinking.
I would sing to the moon, and soar through the sky.
I'd do ANYTHING to be by your side.
I love you to much to say goodbye.
But that's the point.
That's why I'm scared.
I've never felt this way before.
I'm waiting for the day.
That day I get the text.
From you.
Saying that you love me.
But that this isn't working.
The day when you use EVERY excuse in the book to try to make me feel better.
To not be as hurt.
But if you don't want me to be as hurt,do this.
Tell me now.
Don't drag me around.
Don't act like you love me one second and then treat me like dirt the next.
My heart isn't strong enough for that anymore.
I can take bullshit.
But not from the ones I love.