I'm scared
And I'm sorry.
I'm not that great
At accepting that this isn't
Some really lengthy and weird
Practical joke.

And it's not that I don't trust you,
But it's hard for me to trust.
And I trust you,
So completely.
So entirely.
Every part of you.

So by my instinct
I have to think
Something is amiss.

And maybe nothing is.
But how am I supposed to believe that,
When it feels like you're avoiding me?

Maybe you should avoid me.

I'm not sure anymore,
All I know
Is that I need you around,
And I wish you were here,
And I know you're exhausted.
The fear in the pit of my stomach
Tells me that I should hate me
And push you away,
But the love in my heart
Says that maybe it'll be okay.

I'm sure you wonder why
I question so often with
"Are you sure?"
So constantly.

I'm afraid.
And I want to know that your hand in mine
Is a permanent thing.