love, j 》nomin

14

dear you,

you always told me that I worry too much.

I knew you were right,
but my fears were a part of me by then.
stitched into my soul,
the threads unable to be broken.

stupid.
that's what they were.

I worried about what others thought of me,
and even more about what you had in mind.

worried about what you'd say
if you knew all the words
I couldn't bear to tell you

worried about what would happen to us after I left.

even now I can't control it.

I worry that you won't miss me,

worry that I'll forget the
smell of your sweatshirt, the
feel of your hands, the
color of your eyes.

worry that you'll realize how insignificant
I was to you.

stupid.
that's what I am.

love, j