You Pull Away.

You hold yourself back from me.
One carefully measured step.
I can feel it.
Even though you think I can't.
It scares me.
Please don't make me fight for you.

I think too much.
We both know it.
I over analyze it all.
But only I know how much that destroys me.

You think I need you too much.
I think you don't know that I'm what you need.
I tell myself it doesn't matter.
We have time.
You'll see.
But I feel it when you pull away.
And I wonder if you will take the time.

You pull away.
And I doubt you.
Then I hate myself.
It doesn't matter, we have time.
I repeat it till I believe it again.