Rhyme from the Heart

I am over this shit my heart is having a fit. You tell me you love me but is there a number two in your life. Or am I just over guessing this plight lay me down on the table make me pray I am able to pick my self up. Or will you and this number two just rip my heart out and toss it into a rift of utter despair and leave me to mutter why as I fly down to the ground.