I want to be worried about.

Not in the "she'll do something reckless" way.

But in the:

Did I say that right?
Does she like me back?
Does she love me back?
Would it be weird to text her and tell her I had a good time?
Even though I just saw her is it weird to call?
I miss her voice, does she miss mine?
Do I need to tell her I love her more?
Am I telling her I love her too much?
Does she miss me?

kind of way.

i will always be a cup of coffee
a little strong
a bit too sweet
and I can never change
her love
of a watered down alternative
that she prefers
instead of me

Lust
Can never
Replace love
Because every word
I write
Is love
And lust
Is just
The period**.

i want to build a home
                          i want to frame every goodbye
that's ever left my lips
                         with a sigh, and hang them on walls
built from good intentions
                          i want to lay a foundation
that doesn't crumble beneath a heavy heart

some people live in silence lock the truth away
suffering abuse much to scared to say.
living with the fear  living in distress
living in there lonliness with there life a mess.

hoping maybe oneday there torment it will  cease
there suffering will go and they can live in peace.
at last they will be free. and they can have there say.
then at last there silence can now go away.

to have,
(i had you
for a very long time)
to hold,
(i never
held you,
not truly)
to love,
(i believe that
i will continue to love you
for a while)
to see,
(light,
or whatever visual interpretation
of affection
floats your boat)
to speak,
(for so long
that my voice becomes hoarse)
to cry,
(for help,
for love,
both lost and newfound)
to cling,
(in desperation,
to a glass chain that's falling apart)
to sleep,
(or rather, not)
to fall,
(in love
again
with the idea of you and me)
to lose,
(you again)
to think
(of what it was like
to have you.)