Writers 
PAIN
I really don't like this side of you,
The side that makes me wonder
If I still mean something to you,
Or if I've slowly become
Just another girl you know.
You make me smile,
You make my heart feel light,
Then somehow, without warning,
You turn that smile into tears
And leave me alone with the night.
And I cry—
Not just a little,
But enough for the tears
To become headaches,
Enough for my heart to race
Like it's desperately searching
For an answer you won't give.
Why does loving you hurt like this?
Why does the same heart
You make so happy
Become the heart
I have to comfort afterward?
Sometimes I wonder
If this is what love is supposed to feel like—
To laugh because of someone,
Then cry because of them,
To hold onto memories
While wondering if they're already letting go.
Maybe I'm overthinking.
Maybe you're just different lately.
Maybe something changed
That you haven't told me.
But I can't ignore it.
Because I remember the person
Who first made me feel wanted.
The person who made me smile
Without even trying.
The person I thought I knew.
And now I look at you
And wonder—
Do I still know you?
Do I still matter?
Or am I slowly becoming
A stranger wearing the memories
Of someone I once knew?
Sometimes I ask myself
If I'm forcing something
That you're already done with.
If I'm holding onto a love
That you're quietly letting go of.
And those questions hurt
More than any answer could.
Because for a moment,
I forget who I am
And start measuring my worth
By the way you treat me.
I wonder if I'm not enough.
If I'm too much.
If I did something wrong.
If you simply don't want me anymore.
And honestly...
I'm tired of wondering.
I'm tired of pretending
That your distance doesn't hurt.
Tired of smiling
When my heart feels heavy.
Tired of asking myself
Why it has to hurt this much.
Maybe love shouldn't feel
Like constantly searching for reassurance.
Maybe I shouldn't have to wonder
Whether I still matter
To the person who once
Made me feel like I did.
Maybe...
I'm not asking for too much.
Maybe I'm just asking
To feel loved
Without having to beg my heart
To believe it.