You make me feel guilty, when I don’t break the rules.

But when you call me baby, you make my heart a fool.

I wish that I could be enough, be free enough, to be your one and only.

But since I’m not enough to be enough, I fear that you won’t love me.

Then I get your goodnight text, you say it and sweethearts what you call me.

Then my world’s right again, at least for the most part.

“I love you :] goodnight sweetheart”

Then things seem to change, this is when I need that kick.

Sometimes I have to get hurt, occasionally I’m kind of thick.

It takes a swift kick to the face, to get some concepts through.

So Please stop calling me baby, no more hunny I adore you’s <3                

Cuz it makes me love you, and your love isn’t true.

Sometimes you give me butterflies, sometimes you make me cry.

Even then your words are lullabies; somehow you show me I’ll get by.

You’re the one who takes me down, but you lift me up again somehow.

 This cycle causes wear and tear, but you don’t really seem to care.

So please stop spelling it out, I- -l-o-v-e- -y-o-u.

Because I don’t want to get hurt, and I need to get a clue.