Enough

I wear your clothes when you're not around

So that you're with me.

I panic and give them back,

Because maybe you'll leave me.

I hold your hand too tight 

Because you don't need me.

I write too much bad poetry about you  

Because you see me.

Maybe you'll leave me or maybe you won't

But you love me,

For me.

And that has to be enough for me.