Questions

Thoughts run through my mind,
Turning things unkind.
You give me everything I could ever want,
Yet dreaming to things to come still haunt.
Am I really good enough for you?
Is there anything more I should do?

Will my religion get in the way?
Will my thoughts on marriage have any say?
Do I have to raise above what I'm called to do?
Will we break up, and I'll never have you?
I think of my future and how it will last,
You bring up concerns and remind me of the past.

I want to move forward, seeing how you are slow
I want more than this, but I fear to let it all go.
You take all my values, and through them away
I want to cry, but I just still what I'd say.
You want me to be with you all your life,
Yet you continue to cut with words as your knife.

I want to be with you, I want all of it
But excuse me as I start to through a fit.
Why would I enter a relationship with you?
If you had no intention of saying 'I do.'
Why would you lead me to believe you wanted a kid?
Then put me in a jar and close the lid.

Why would you seek to stomp on my beliefs?
Was I something just for reliefs?
And all these questions is all I'm left,
The answers your's to be your theft.