Fear

Fear

The fear of getting hurt it almost

Too much.

It churns in my stomach every time

Something new happens.

What if it doesn’t work.

What if you find someone better.

What if you fall out of love.

What if I’m simply not good enough.

What if, what if, what if.

These questions will never be answered until

The instance happens.

And what then?

I lose my best friend and lover.

Until I can look at you

And not feel incomplete.

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