Your skin, your touch,

I've seen it all, so save the speech

where you say, "I'm positive I never told you that."

Because you did.

I just care about you so much that I never forget the details.

I remember your favourite drink,

Your greatest wish,

and your crippling insecurities.

So don't think for a second that

you can just use me and throw me away,

for her,

she who I'm oh so very friendly with.

But please don't go

for I might break from the inside out

run away with me,

the two of us, not a care in the world.

We could belong together,

if you wanted to.

I just wish I wasn't always the one left guessing. 

Because the one question that spins furiously around in my head when you remain speechless is

"Was I not good enough?"

Of course not.

But neither were you.