I'm full of fear because a boy gave me something to be scared of.
I'm full of the fear that one day you'll leave.
I'm full of the fear that my thoughts of you being too good to be true may one day become a reality.
You say you would never hurt me but it's hard to believe when the only people i've heard that from are hypocrites.
So when I ask if you truly love me it is not because I don't think you do,
it's because I need to reassure myself that the way you make me feel is not something that is just a part of my imagination.
I don't think i'll ever bring myself to think of you any other way than heaven sent.
