Do You Breathe Me?

There I lay,
Awake in the middle of the night,
Waiting for your return home.

I stay there wondering,
Tossing and turning at every thought,
Do you really love me?

It was 3:30 in the morning,
When you came home,
Did you realize that I was waiting all night for you?

You always said,
That you really did love me,
And every time you breathe it was of me.

But is that really true?
Why do I keep falling for you?
I have no idea if what you say is what you mean.

This is the last question that I shall ask you,
And I want the truth,
Do you really breathe me?