Fucking poetry about my first love

I was/am scared

I was scared about
losing what we had.

Even if it was nothing.

Even if all we had was
only kissing each others
drunk af.

Even if all we had
was only standing
side by side in midnight.

Even if all we had was only
holding our hands when
we felt usefull.

Even if all we had
was our love
that wasn't love at all.

Even if all we felt
was born in alcohol.

Even if this was nothing.
Im scared of losing it.