Do you feel?

In a museum full of art

I’d still stare at you 

But would you do the same?

In a sky full of stars 

You still shine the brightest 

But what am I to you?

In my mind full of constant worry, fear, and anxiety that you’ll leave me for someone better

To you I am disposable. I am nothing.

Though you tell me you love me

You tell me I’m beautiful 

Some days it’s so hard to believe I’ll need you to yell me a million times over 

Does my constant need for reassurance become bothersome?

My own faults no longer become small 

They’re loud. They make themselves known.

In a hall full of music, your voice is the loveliest sound that I hear.

But does the break in my voice when I’m about to cry still hurt you?

Does it even matter that I am so often 

Alone?

In my heart full of love

It is you. You are all that I see.

But do you feel the same?