Nobody has  ever told me why they leave. Why they don't want me.. So I don't ask anymore.

I thought after a while, that's just the way it's done.
No, I'm not saying this to guilt trip you into staying.
But just because I don't ask, it doesn't mean I don't wonder or care.

Because I spend sleepless nights
Reciting every waking moment, we spend together.
Trying to find that one comment you took the wrong way, but didn't let me explain.

I want to plunk it out. And pin to the portion of my memory 
That displays all my regrets, unconfessed fears and secrets.
Though maybe it's simpler than that.

Maybe I was too sweet for you
Like too much candy made you sick
With an ache in your stomach
Definitely not in your heart.

I keep waiting to get outside of myself
Increasingly trying to be honest and happy
But it's hard when everyone else lies or ignores or denies
I still try to be true to me
If nobody else will.