Confession

I have a confession to make,
and this is all for your sake.
I'm not sure if I love you anymore,
It's not you...you're perfect,
It's me...who is just not sure.

I'm confused,
and I'm starting to have doubts.
I'm afraid,
handling the situation in different routes.

This confession probably will bring more pain to me,
because I'm not sure if you even see.
I'm not sure if you even see,
see how you affect me so easily.

And as much as I pray,
that this is not true.
I'm not sure why the thought,
even came in the first place.
And this is not the way,
I intended it to be for you.
It's not what I sought,
and this love brings me no solace.

Maybe this is what love is called,
maybe it's just a long period of confusion.
But I'll feel better when I let it out
I'll feel better if I get rid out this doubt.

I'm afraid I may not be in love with you...
But merely in love with the things that you do.
And I'm afraid that's not the same,
I'm afraid this confession will drive me insane,