Am I too Much?

Do you think about me as much as I do about you? Baby girl, you are pure of heart, but yet you still step on mine without notice. Things have changed; you have changed. Every sunrise ends with a sunset; that’s just how it is. You started with smothering me with affection, something I wasn’t quite acquainted with. But as soon as you got me fixated on the sound of your voice, like a siren to a sailor, you became my downfall. Am I the problem? Am I too much for you to handle? I want to claim you as mine, but yet I fear your nonchalant reaction. Please release me from your shackles and lay me down by this grave that I dug for myself. I’m just afraid to say “I love you”.