Please Don't Go

This feeling in the depths of my stomach keeps me up at night.

I know you're still here

but it feels like you're going.

You keep telling me you're here,

I believe you,

but it still feels like you're going.

You keep telling me we should spend less time with each other.

But I can't stand to think about that possibility.

You keep telling me to stop worrying.

But that's all I do at night.

Don't Go.

You say I'm turning into you. 

But would it really be that bad if I was like you?

Do I act like you or am I still me?

Maybe we should spend less time with each other.

But I don't want to go.

Don't Go.

Please Don't Go.

I beg of you, Please Don't Go.