He is the one she calls 10 times before she goes to bed.
He is the one she calls the minute she wakes up.
And these times when she will not answer me,
or these time when she shoots me down,
I feel like drowning.
I feel like suffocating.
Except I have to do it in a way where no one will notice.
Because if there’s one thing she taught me,
it’s that if I wanted to do it,
I wouldn’t let anyone know.
And there’d be nothing anyone could do about it.
This is what scares me.
If she does not let me know,
if she chooses to leave me without telling me,
I would follow her.
I would follow her until she saw how much I cared,
how much I loved,
how much I grieve.