I am terrified.
I am absolutely terrified,
That you'll wake up one day,
And no longer love me.
I am scared
You'll look in my eyes,
And realize that all the pain I cause you,
Was never really worth it.
I am worried.
Everything you've ever told me,
Will all turn to lies,
Because you realize love
Doesn't describe what you feel for me anymore.
Of all the things I am, I am mostly understanding.
Because I get it.
I wouldn't love me either.
No one really has.
YOU ARE READING
What I Know to be True
PoesíaA collection of poems by a person whom is trying to collect her pieces up off the ground.
