I get very scared sometimes, so I wrote a list to give you about everything that scares me.
So that you might not do those things
But then I got scared again, and I didn't give it to you.
And your very existence scares me
And yet I love you
And I think you might be the best person I know
And I don't ever want to hurt you
And yet your pain is so overwhelming I often can't breathe and I'm trapped in this world both with you and without you and I can't love you because I'm too scared of myself and it hurts. It hurts.
I should give you that list
But your pain outlasts mine
And shouldn't I let myself sacrifice my fear for your happiness?