I'm worried you think I'm a ****,
or a *****,
or worse yet
lying.

I'm bad at putting myself into words
which is funny
because I can never stop talking.

I'm worried you think that I don't adore
that you think I'm drunk on his fingertips
that you think that I don't think about this
with careful measured thoughts
in between heartbeats.

I'm bad at showing my thinking
which is stupid
because all I do is think

I'm worried that you think he can forget you
or worse yet,
that I can.
no one can forget you, love.

I worry.
I worry about you.
which is silly
because why would you need me to worry for you.

but I'm beginning to feel.
to feel every single breath and every single blink and every single tug
I'm happy.
and I want you to be too.