There are times, when I do not doubt he will break my heart again.
But those only seem to be the days when I doubt myself.
He understands I am weak, and he is weak, but much much stronger than me.
Love gives me a feeling in my gut, I cannot help
to be afraid and that's what I feel most of all. The stress, is making me want to finish off this benadryl.

This is not poetry, just a little write.