My Fear Of Mourning You

I’m mourning what we used to be.

The part of the story you said you were to me.

But now, I feel like nothing more than a stubborn sore on you that you’re trying desperately to get rid of.

And I don’t want to be part of your story in that way,

But it doesn’t feel like you want your part in my story to stay.

I still feel your love, but not sure if it's real.

I still think you care, but I fear it's all in my head.

I hold on to the things that I know keep us linked,

but once I let go,

will you remain?