I feel like,
Maybe he won't leave me.

But it's a very,
Scary thing to think.

Either we will be married,
Or he will leave.

Physical pain goes away,
Mental usually doesn't.

It hurts more sometimes,
But it usually doesn't.

Physically I am fine,
Mentally is a different story.

Mentally,
I'm a mess.
Physically,
You wouldn't even notice.

You make me feel something,
I didn't know I was capable of.

You make me feel happiness.

You make me see stars,
And feel magic.

You make me smile,
Like a idiot.

I blush,
Like a crazy little girl.

My smile,
Is actually real around you.

Thank you,
You showed me what happiness feels like.

I am afraid of,
You.

But also I am not,
I am afraid of what could be done,
But what won't.

I am afraid of being left,
If I am left,
Then I won't have anything to fear.

But how would I exist,
Without fear,
I'm afraid of fear.

Fear,
Is what defines me,
Fear is not what it is,
But what it isn't.

I believe color,
Is a beautiful,
Superficial thing.

I believe darkness,
Holds beauty,
Very few can see.

Color,
And,
Darkness don't mingle.

Darkness,
Understands the light,
But doesn't like it's fake feel.

Color,
Doesn't understand the dark,
Because it isn't color.